Chapter 59:
Freya’s lips curved into a tender smile.
“Mina,” Ethel called again.
“Yes?”
“I’m overjoyed to see you,” Ethel whispered, her words simple but heartfelt.
Freya playfully tapped her sister’s nose, affection radiating from her expression. “Focus on recovering first.”
“Okay!” Ethel beamed with happiness.
Twenty minutes later, after the infusion completed, Freya summoned the night nurse.
Once freed from the IV, Ethel struggled eagerly to sit upright, desperate to be closer to her sister.
Freya adjusted the bed to a comfortable position, offered her a cup of water, and settled beside her, their reunion finally complete.
Since reuniting with Freya, Ethel’s face radiated pure joy, her spirits soaring with each passing moment.
“Dad mentioned you married Kristian Shaw and are planning to divorce. Is that true?” she inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.
Freya fell silent, contemplating the question.
The knowledge of her marriage seemed to have spread further than she anticipated.
“Before I address that,” Freya redirected gently, her gaze settling on the bandages encircling Ethel’s head, “you need to explain how you acquired these injuries.”
Ethel’s excitement dimmed noticeably, replaced by a flicker of hesitation that crossed her features.
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Freya waited with patient silence, allowing her sister the space to gather her thoughts without pressure.
“You can’t become angry when I tell you,” Ethel negotiated, teeth worrying her bottom lip anxiously.
“Alright,” Freya conceded with a reassuring nod.
Ethel hesitated extensively before finally admitting, “I was beaten, though I’m uncertain about who orchestrated it.”
“Share your suspicions with me,” Freya encouraged, maintaining her composure despite the revelation.
“I believe it might have been Cheryl’s relatives,” Ethel confessed in a whisper. “But it probably bears no connection to her personally.”
Cheryl Newman had become their father’s new companion in recent times.
“I only had a single morning class, so I’d arranged to go shopping with my dormmates that afternoon. Then I received an unexpected text,” Ethel elaborated, reconstructing the sequence of events. “It claimed a friend of mine was in trouble and urged me to hurry to a specific location.”
“Which friend?” Freya probed, seeking crucial details.
Ethel hesitated meaningfully, her eyes deliberately avoiding Freya’s penetrating gaze.
Understanding dawned immediately on Freya. “A boyfriend?”
Ethel confirmed sheepishly, anticipating her sister’s potential disapproval. “I didn’t analyze the situation thoroughly at the time and simply rushed to the address provided. It proved to be an elaborate trap.”
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