Chapter 263:
Melinda had always treated her with motherly affection, and Freya couldn’t bring herself to criticize Kristian in her presence, despite his undeniable wrongdoings.
“I have an unusual request, and I hope you’ll consider it favorably,” Melinda admitted, genuinely reluctant to let Freya depart from their lives.
Freya’s presence had fulfilled Melinda’s longing for a daughter—someone gentle, reasonable, intelligent, and passionate in both love and disdain.
“Please, feel free to ask,” Freya encouraged.
After careful deliberation, Melinda proposed, “I would like to make you my goddaughter.”
While Isaac and Lionel had mentioned this idea to provoke Kristian, Melinda harbored this desire genuinely.
Her affection for Freya was deep.
Freya paused, surprised by the proposal. After contemplation, she respectfully declined.
Following the divorce, she wished to eliminate all personal connections with Kristian. She needed a complete separation.
Melinda felt disappointed but didn’t press the matter further.
After bidding Freya farewell, she returned with conflicted emotions. Noticing Kristian still standing in the living room, she cast him a mildly disapproving glance but ultimately remained silent.
Though Kristian had erred, Melinda couldn’t bring herself to admonish him. During her break with Isaac, she had depended on Kristian for support.
“If you truly cannot relinquish this connection, we could consider relocating to Alerith,” Isaac suggested consolingly. “Then we could make her our goddaughter.”
“Freya declined,” Melinda sighed, recognizing that Freya’s refusal stemmed from her desire to avoid further entanglement with Kristian. Nevertheless, Melinda felt profound regret.
Upon hearing this, Kristian experienced unexpected relief. Realizing how distant Freya now lived, he announced his departure and headed outside.
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Once outdoors, he discovered that Freya had already departed. “Were you hoping to see Freya off?” Liam appeared, placing a reassuring hand on Kristian’s shoulder.
Kristian remained silent, noticeably more withdrawn than before.
Liam patted his shoulder supportively. “What’s troubling you?”
“Investigate the nightclub where Freya confronted those troublemakers. If you discover any irregularities with the establishment, report them to the authorities. Ensure those who threatened her face consequences,” Kristian instructed before proceeding to the garage, retrieving a vehicle, and departing.
As the car distanced itself from the house, his mood visibly deteriorated.
He couldn’t comprehend his emotional state, but the realization that Freya had departed that evening—bidding farewell to his parents and grandfather without acknowledging him—left an inexplicable heaviness in his chest.
Kristian drove without direction, his mind wandering as the night enveloped him.
The office wasn’t an option at this hour, and his villa felt equally impossible.
His foot pressed heavily on the accelerator while his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed on the road ahead though his thoughts had drifted elsewhere.
He might have continued driving endlessly if Felipe’s call hadn’t interrupted him.
“What’s up?” he answered, his voice carrying its usual coldness.
“Can you come and deal with your wife?” Felipe’s tone was icier than normal, clearly irritated by Freya’s unexpected arrival. “I’ll give you half an hour to come and take her away, or I’ll have no choice but to call the police.”
Kristian’s brow furrowed in confusion at Felipe’s words. The request made little sense to him.
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