Chapter 307:
Freya walked away with determination, leaving him with nothing but the silhouette of her back.
Realizing the distance between them, Kristian took long strides to catch up and called out, “Let me give you a ride back. It’s hard to get a cab around here.”
“No need, someone is coming to pick me up,” Freya replied just as Trent’s car appeared.
Trent parked in front of her, rolled down the window, and called, “Mina, hop in.”
“Okay,” Freya responded, her voice steady as she headed toward the car.
Kristian’s brow furrowed, watching her approach the car. But then, without warning, he yanked her back by the wrist.
Freya stumbled from the sudden motion, irritation flashing in her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Why is he here?” Kristian’s voice was almost frigid.
He found himself spiraling, imagining that Trent had been waiting for the divorce so he could step in and marry Freya. The mere thought sent a wave of anger surging through him.
“He’s here to pick me up. Why else?” Freya snapped, wrenching herself free from his grip.
She hadn’t told him that she and Trent were leaving for Alerith today because she knew what he would assume—that she was going to be with Trent.
Trent’s timely appearance was simply to prevent Kristian from reading too much into things. She and Trent had nothing to hide.
Kristian searched her face, trying to find any sign of what he feared. But Freya’s expression remained cool and composed.
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Despite the fire burning in his chest, he knew he had no right to press further. “You still haven’t told me who you really are, or where your family is.”
“Lionel knows,” Freya replied curtly.
Kristian blinked, his confusion deepening. “My grandpa?”
“Yes,” was all Freya offered in response.
As he tried to piece things together, Freya quickly opened Trent’s car door and slid inside. Trent started the engine, and the car sped off. Kristian stood motionless, watching the vehicle fade into the distance. The urge to chase it down tugged at him, but he knew it would be pointless.
With a deep sigh, he returned to his own car and drove to his family home.
He needed answers—answers that Lionel held but had never shared. Why had Lionel known Freya’s true identity but kept it from him for so long?
Meanwhile, Freya was already en route to the airport.
On the road, Trent glanced at her. “Does Lionel really know your identity?”
“Yes,” she confirmed.
Trent’s voice was thoughtful. “Then things might not be over between you and Kristian.”
“What do you mean?” Freya asked, raising an eyebrow.
“If Kristian finds out how much you’ve kept from him,” Trent said with a wry smile, his charm never waning, “he might come seeking answers again.”
Freya paused, then reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. “I almost forgot.”
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