Chapter 400:
Freya’s brow furrowed.
She remembered the photos of Ashley with a strange man, but the information she had uncovered about him didn’t seem to add up to anything extraordinary.
At the time, she had been preoccupied with her divorce and hadn’t looked further into it.
“Can you help me get Kristian to meet with me?” Ashley finally revealed the true purpose of this meeting.
Freya noted the change in Ashley’s expression. “For what?”
Ashley didn’t answer right away.
Freya pressed, “So you can kill him?”
“I’m not really going to kill him. Just stab him,” Ashley explained, her hands trembling slightly as she spoke. “I know human anatomy. There are places to stab that won’t be fatal, just cause some pain.”
Freya stared at her, completely stunned.
“If I stab him, the police will arrest me for attempted murder,” Ashley continued, her voice steady as she laid out her plan. “Then I won’t have to endure all of this anymore.”
If she injured Kristian, there was no doubt he would make sure she went to prison. He wouldn’t show mercy, and whoever had been controlling her wouldn’t be able to intervene. At least then, her torment would come to an end.
Even if she were eventually freed, she would have obeyed that man’s orders, and the consequences would shield her from further harm.
Freya was left speechless.
She sighed deeply, then said, “You might want to go see a doctor for your mental health.”
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Ashley was suffering. This twisted plan was the only thing she could come up with after days of agonizing over her situation.
“Freya…”
“First, you interfered with my marriage. Then, you kidnapped me.” Freya listed the offenses one by one. “And now you want to commit murder? What’s next? Causing an explosion?”
Freya’s words cut through the air, sharp and biting.
She had no patience for someone who couldn’t stand up for themselves.
However, she knew Ashley wasn’t entirely beyond saving. Her actions were all driven by her love for her family.
Freya believed that a woman should live boldly, without compromising her morals or breaking the law. But Ashley… Freya didn’t even know how to label her anymore.
The air crackled with tension as Freya and Ashley faced off, their gazes sharp and unyielding.
With a nonchalant grace, Freya whipped out her cellphone, dialed a number slowly, and then casually placed it on the table. The phone landed with a soft clack, its speaker buzzing to life, filling the room with the tinny sound of an incoming call.
The privacy screen on her phone cast a murky shadow over the display, leaving Ashley craning her neck in a futile attempt to glimpse the caller’s identity. Before she could voice her curiosity, a familiar voice spilled out from the speaker.
“Hello?” Kristian’s voice echoed slightly, laced with confusion.
At the sight of Freya’s name flashing on his screen, a bewildered frown creased his brow. His mind momentarily grappled with the surreal moment.
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