Chapter 495:
Her words instantly drew the attention of both Miguel and Freya. Before Miguel could chime in, Freya’s eyes—now sharper and colder than ice—locked onto Vivien. Her voice was steely and more serious than ever before.
“He’s not your grandfather. Miss Garza, please mind your choice of words.”
Vivien blinked, clearly startled. She hadn’t expected Freya to say something like that right in front of Miguel.
“What does she mean by divorce?” Miguel’s expression darkened in an instant, his face turning rigid with displeasure.
Freya’s response was blunt, her voice clipped. “Exactly what it sounds like.”
Miguel’s frown deepened, lines etching into his forehead. “When did you get married? And to whom? Why was I kept in the dark?”
Freya shifted her gaze toward Vivien.
There was no way her father would’ve told Vivien about the divorce.
Judging from their last spat, Vivien might have guessed she had been involved with Kristian, but she couldn’t possibly know about the divorce itself.
“Why are you looking at Vivien?” Miguel barked, slamming his palm against the table in frustration. “I’m asking you!”
“Two years ago,” Freya said simply, offering no extra explanation. “There wasn’t a wedding, so I didn’t bring it up.”
She knew it sounded ridiculous, but this was her life—and she would own it.
Besides, if she had told Miguel, it would’ve only stirred up more trouble.
“Who did you marry?” Miguel demanded, needing nothing but a name.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[ꞏ]𝖈𝖔𝖒
Freya didn’t want to say it.
She didn’t even want to think about it.
“It’s over. Who it was doesn’t matter anymore.”
Not wanting the conversation to spiral further, Freya smoothly pivoted. “If that’s all, Grandpa, I’ll head back to the office. There’s still work waiting.”
With Vivien in the room, anything she said was likely to ignite more conflict. If nothing important remained, there was no reason to stay.
“You think you’re grown now and can do whatever you please?” Miguel’s voice rose, heavy with disapproval. “You think you can go toe-to-toe with me?”
“Did you summon me just to start a fight?” Freya asked, barely containing her irritation. She knew it wasn’t right to speak to an elder like this, but she couldn’t stomach Miguel’s attitude.
Miguel’s fury surged, ready to unleash another tirade—when a slightly amused voice broke in.
“Well, looks like we’ve got quite the crowd here today.”
Freya turned toward the sound and saw Alan approaching in a crisp suit, a faint smile playing on his lips.
She exchanged a glance with him, silently questioning his presence. Shouldn’t he be at the office now?
Alan returned her look with a slight gesture, indicating Hugh had sent him here to defuse the tension, knowing full well she and Miguel were clashing again.
Freya turned her eyes away.
That wasn’t necessary.
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