Chapter 259:
Freya stole a quick glance at Lionel. Wasn’t her divorce from Kristian finalized the day after tomorrow?
“Yet, a friend at the courthouse mentioned seeing Kristian and Freya’s divorce papers just recently,” seizing the right moment, Robin chimed in. “Judging by the timeline, they might receive their divorce decree within a couple of days.”
Kristian’s brow furrowed, his lips parting to denounce the statement as untrue.
However, Freya preempted him, her voice calm and assured. “Indeed, the day after tomorrow.”
Lionel found himself at a loss for words.
Kristian stared at her, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“The world beyond the confines of the Shaw family is quite different,” Robin scoffed dismissively. “Merely uttering sweet nothings and charming the elderly doesn’t secure a prosperous life.”
“Why lecture me? Perhaps it’s your children who need the advice,” Freya retorted sharply, not one to be easily subdued. “Even the largest fortune can dwindle through carelessness,” she continued pointedly.
Robin and Edgar’s financial stability primarily hinged on dividends from the Shaw Group, while Blaine was notoriously reckless with his spending.
This financial disparity was starkly evident between Isaac’s family and his two brothers’ families.
At Freya’s words, Robin bristled, ready to snap back, but Lionel stepped in, his tone brokering peace. “Robin, Edgar, you guys should return home now. I need to discuss something important with Freya and Kristian.”
With clear reluctance, they finally took their leave with their wives and children.
Lionel then led Kristian and Freya to a private meeting with Isaac and Melinda, while Liam had long since vanished, likely indulging in his own pursuits.
𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪
As Freya scanned the room, the reason for tonight’s gathering had finally come into focus.
She sensed that Lionel and Kristian’s parents likely hoped she would reconsider the divorce.
“Freya, come sit with me,” Melinda called warmly, her voice laced with affection, a clear sign of her fondness for Freya.
Freya complied and moved over to her.
Soon, Lionel and Melinda began discussing the issue.
Isaac, as usual, sat on the sidelines, buried in his newspaper. Kristian, awkward and out of place, stood alone.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Lionel barked when he saw Kristian sit next to him. “This seat isn’t for you. Go over there!”
Kristian remained silent, shuffling to another spot, only to be met with disdain again. “Freya and I don’t want to sit next to you. Move further away.”
Kristian could feel the weight of their disapproval. His family clearly resented him due to the impending divorce from Freya.
With no further protest, he made his way to sit beside his father, finally escaping the humiliation of being dismissed.
“Still haven’t convinced Freya to change her mind?” Isaac asked casually.
Kristian didn’t respond, his frustration simmering just below the surface.
“Have you met Freya’s family?” Isaac pressed.
“No,” Kristian answered curtly.
At this, Isaac lowered his newspaper, finally showing a flicker of emotion. “Kristian, that’s not like you. You’ve always been efficient.”
“You make it sound like you were some kind of smooth operator when you were chasing Mom,” Kristian retorted, his tone cutting.
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