Chapter 271:
As they were about to leave, he turned to Norah and simply said, “Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”
Kristian watched the scene quietly.
Norah politely refused, mentioning that someone was already on their way to pick her up.
Without pressing further, Felipe opened the passenger door and climbed in.
Kristian drove the car away from the hospital, setting a course for his villa. Midway through the journey, Felipe couldn’t help but ask, “Do you actually plan to marry Ashley?”
“Mind your business,” Kristian responded, clearly unwilling to engage in the topic.
“What Zander said now seems reasonable,” Felipe pressed on, eager to make his point felt. “Divorcing your wife for your old flame is really low.”
“Should I call him and ask how he thinks of a man forcing his wife to have an abortion?” Kristian retorted sharply, unbothered.
Felipe was left speechless.
Kristian turned up the music and concentrated on the road.
About an hour later, they pulled up at Kristian’s villa.
Felipe, who had dozed off, was jolted awake as the car stopped. His voice was hoarse from sleep. “Are we there?”
“Yeah,” Kristian replied, turning off the engine and opening the door.
“You don’t need to walk me to the door,” Felipe said as he unfastened his seatbelt and pushed the door open, feeling completely worn out.
“Why not stay over? It’s late…” His words trailed off when he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings.
Blinking hard, he looked at Kristian. “This… isn’t my house.”
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“It’s mine.” Kristian tossed the car keys to him, looking unfazed. “You’ll have to make your own way from here. I’m off to bed.”
Felipe was at a loss for words.
He chased after Kristian, incredulous. “Just because you got called out, you’re pulling this on me?”
“Drive safely,” Kristian said coldly, fiddling with his phone.
Felipe was stunned. Was Kristian really being that mean? They were supposed to be very close friends!
Meanwhile, the atmosphere was far more peaceful between Freya and Farrah compared to the tension with Kristian and Felipe. Freya lived in the suburbs and was still on her way home when Kristian and Felipe did.
In the quiet of the car, after much contemplation, Farrah looked at Freya. “Freya.”
“Yeah?”
“You were just kidding about suing Felipe, right?”
“No, I really wasn’t,” Freya replied earnestly.
Farrah bit her bottom lip, troubled by a whirlwind of thoughts. At a red light, Freya turned to her. “What’s the matter?”
“Just drop it,” Farrah suggested.
This took Freya by surprise.
“Don’t go through with the lawsuit.” Farrah finally found the nerve to express her thoughts, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.
Freya quickly reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry about any backlash. And don’t be concerned about me losing either.”
“I just want to cut all ties with him,” Farrah declared resolutely. She opened up to Freya. “I’m leaving Jeucwell tomorrow.”
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