Chapter 51:
“That won’t be necessary,” Freya declined.
“Which medical facility?” Kristian pressed.
“I have no idea too,” Freya admitted honestly.
The news had crashed into her world without warning.
Upon hearing about Sheila’s unconscious state and blood loss, she had bolted—seeking no details, asking no questions—driven solely by the need to return quickly.
“After landing, I’ll join you,” Kristian declared with finality, brooking no opposition. “Discover which hospital.”
Freya persisted in her refusal. “I said there’s no need.”
“I wasn’t asking.” Kristian’s gaze hardened to ice as he stated, “Since I’m traveling to Alerith with you, a visit is only appropriate.”
Freya said nothing.
She had already formulated a plan to vanish the moment they touched down.
For the remainder of the flight, she closed her eyes to rest. During these quiet hours, Kristian cast occasional glances her way, observing the weariness and concern etched across her features. He felt an unexpected impulse to smooth away the worried crease between her brows, to grant her peaceful slumber.
Three hours later, the aircraft glided to a stop in Alerith.
Their first-class status afforded them priority disembarkation.
Freya and Kristian exited swiftly. Near the airport’s main doors, Kristian noticed her repeatedly checking her phone and inquired, “Have you found out which hospital?”
“Still investigating,” Freya replied.
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“Very well.”
“I need to visit the restroom,” Freya announced, slipping her phone into her pocket with practiced casualness, her expression betraying nothing.
Kristian perceived no warning signs and nodded his assent.
Thirty minutes passed before a representative from his branch office who had arrived to collect him ventured, “Mr. Shaw, half an hour has elapsed.”
Kristian paused, suddenly realizing Freya’s restroom visit had extended far beyond reasonable duration.
He retrieved her number from his contacts and placed a call. The connection terminated after a single ring.
Before he could attempt a second call, a message from Freya materialized on his screen. “I’ve departed. Thank you for the ticket.”
Kristian’s expression darkened as realization dawned. “Freya, you truly are something else!”
“Sir?” The manager’s anxiety was palpable.
“To the company,” Kristian responded icily, his command distilled to just three words.
Once settled in the vehicle, contemplating Freya’s calculated disappearance, frustration and anger surged through him.
He decisively opened his email application, entered a specific recipient address, and began composing. “I need comprehensive information about Freya Shaw from Alerith. Her photograph is attached. Name your price for complete details.”
This message was intended for a hacker he had encountered online at nineteen.
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