Chapter 269:
Felipe answered quickly, “A doctor, obviously.”
“Which doctor specifically?” Freya pressed.
Felipe’s silence spoke volumes.
Farrah then spoke without a trace of bitterness, stating simply, “Jocelyn Watson, correct?”
Felipe instinctively turned toward her. How had she discovered this?
“Freya, let’s go,” Farrah said, having confirmed the truth from his expression. A profound ache spread through her heart. Jocelyn Watson had been Felipe’s childhood confidante. Since Farrah’s marriage to Felipe, Jocelyn had repeatedly caused trouble for her. Jocelyn also worked at the same medical facility where Farrah received prenatal care, though not in the obstetrics department.
“Sure,” Freya agreed, guiding her toward the exit.
As they passed Norah, Farrah’s expression softened with appreciation. “Miss Russell, thank you for contacting Freya on my behalf. I’ll treat you to a meal when this is behind us.”
“I’d enjoy that,” Norah responded graciously.
“Thank you as well,” Freya added.
If not for that timely call, Freya wouldn’t have hurried to the hospital, and Farrah might have been wheeled into surgery against her will. Norah’s lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes forming delicate crescents. “You’re welcome.”
Freya acknowledged her with a slight nod before guiding Farrah past Felipe and Kristian toward the exit.
Suddenly, Kristian grasped her arm. “Wait.”
Freya’s brow creased with concern.
Her initial assumption was that Kristian intended to assist Felipe in preventing their departure, which prompted her somewhat frosty demeanor toward him.
“Take the car,” Kristian stated, tossing the keys in her direction, his expression maintaining its characteristic detachment. “Drive it to the company the day after tomorrow to collect me. I’ll be available in the afternoon to finalize our divorce proceedings.”
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Freya hesitated momentarily before accepting the keys. “Alright.” She settled into the driver’s seat while Farrah positioned herself in the back.
Throughout the entire exchange, Felipe remained speechless until Freya’s vehicle disappeared from the hospital grounds. He then rounded on Kristian with evident frustration. “Are you still holding a grudge about my letting Freya ride in Trent’s car yesterday morning?”
“What are you implying?” Kristian responded, genuinely perplexed.
“Farrah is my wife. Do you think it’s appropriate for you to let Freya take her away?” Felipe expressed genuine distress, unable to comprehend Kristian’s reasoning.
Upon hearing this accusation, Kristian replied, “I allowed Freya to escort Farrah for your benefit.”
Felipe released a disbelieving laugh. “Do elaborate on how undermining me benefits me.”
“Forcing Farrah to terminate her pregnancy would breed lifelong resentment,” Kristian explained, demonstrating unusual thoughtfulness. “You love her, don’t you?”
This pointed inquiry caused Felipe to stiffen visibly.
Kristian vividly recalled how Felipe had tried to deceive Farrah by applying perfume and creating a deliberate lipstick mark on his collar earlier. If Felipe truly felt nothing for her, he wouldn’t have resorted to such juvenile tactics.
“I don’t follow your reasoning,” Felipe muttered, averting his gaze.
“Regardless of paternity, Farrah remains this child’s mother,” Kristian reminded him gently. “Even with good intentions, you should consult her rather than dictate decisions.”
“Why are you especially irritating today?” Felipe scowled, clearly aggravated, and countered, “You lecture me endlessly, but what about your decision to divorce Freya for your ex? Isn’t that equally reprehensible?”
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