Chapter 272:
“Alright,” Freya responded, choosing not to probe further. She respected Farrah’s decision and was ready to support her friend. Comforted by Freya’s understanding response, Farrah felt a reassuring warmth spread through her.
She felt at ease to share more of her plans. “Once I’m settled, I’m going to file for divorce.”
“Okay. If needed, I can ask Trent to recommend a good lawyer, to make sure you have the best compensation,” Freya offered, thinking ahead.
“Okay.”
Farrah felt very fortunate. Meeting Freya was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
That night, after returning home, Freya made sure Farrah was comfortable, fixed the door, and only went to sleep once she knew Farrah was asleep.
The following morning, Freya personally took care of booking Farrah’s flight to Alerith.
To keep Felipe from locating Farrah, Freya reached out to Frederick to pick up Farrah, and she also had Farrah’s medical records moved to a different hospital. By the time she was done, it was already noon.
After eating lunch out, Freya came back to see Felipe waiting at her doorstep. She immediately felt annoyed when she saw him. “What do you want?”
“I need to speak with Farrah,” Felipe’s voice was raspy, and he appeared exhausted.
His poor state was entirely caused by the events of the previous night. Despite the late hour, Kristian had insisted he drive back, and fortunately, Felipe had the good sense to follow him inside his house. But to his utter astonishment, despite the many empty rooms available, Kristian had him sleep on the sofa.
Sleeping on the sofa was one issue, but during the cool autumn night, Felipe was left without a blanket and shivered on the sofa until morning.
“She’s not here with me,” Freya said calmly, her tone cool and even.
“I’m not taking her to the hospital,” Felipe replied, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I just want to talk to her. You don’t need to worry.”
𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“She’s not here with me,” Freya repeated without flinching.
Felipe sighed, as if trying to prove a point. “I didn’t bring any bodyguards or assistants. I just came alone.”
“She left Jeucwell this morning,” Freya stated bluntly, unbothered by his reaction.
Felipe’s relaxed demeanor disappeared. His expression hardened. “Where did she go?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe whatever you want,” Freya shrugged and turned to head inside. “After what happened last night, do you really think she’d still be here?”
Her words struck deep. Felipe froze, suddenly realizing she was serious. Without another word, he rushed off and immediately called his assistant. “Find out which flight Farrah booked today!”
About ten minutes later, his phone rang.
“From this morning till now, Mrs. Yates bought tickets for seven different flights,” the assistant reported, tone steady as always. “Destinations include…”
Felipe’s chest tightened. He understood immediately—Farrah was trying to throw him off her trail.
“Narrow it down. Focus on flights between nine and ten,” he ordered.
Freya had only just returned. If she had gone to see Farrah off, the flight had to be before ten. She wouldn’t have lingered at the airport for hours.
“The flights between nine and ten are only to Braacfast and Chisas,” came the swift response.
“Check both places. We must find Farrah,” Felipe snapped, feeling the sting of betrayal. She really ran away from him?
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