Chapter 61:
“Not realistically,” Hugh explained from his business perspective. “A refusal might trigger Kristian’s suspicions.”
“When is this meeting scheduled?” Freya asked.
“The manager proposed tomorrow, though it depends on my availability,” Hugh informed her.
“If genuine cooperation is the topic, proceed normally,” Freya strategized quickly. “Should he inquire whether you know me or have daughters beyond Sheila, simply deny it.”
Hugh paused, the phone heavy in his hand.
The thought crossed his mind that she might be seizing this opportunity to sever their father-daughter connection permanently. After careful consideration, he ventured, “Doesn’t that seem rather severe?”
“What’s severe about it?” Freya responded coolly, her tone detached.
“Until the divorce finalizes, I prefer to keep my identity concealed, and I want to avoid complications in the proceedings.”
The mention of divorce stirred conflicting emotions within Hugh.
After weighing his options, he conceded.
They discussed additional details before Hugh asked, “Can you enlighten me about the situation between you two?”
“I’ll explain later,” Freya replied dismissively, effectively ending their conversation before returning to the ward.
Noticing Freya’s expression upon her return, Ethel immediately sensed something, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she tentatively asked, “Did you call Dad?”
“Yes,” Freya admitted without hesitation.
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“He’s missed you terribly these past two years,” Ethel offered, attempting to mediate. “He constantly worries about your wellbeing away from home.”
Freya remained silent.
Seeing another message from Hugh appear, she moved her fingers across the screen to respond.
“Mina,” Ethel began, her emotions complicated. “Would you tell me what happened between you and Dad?”
Throughout the past two years, she had repeatedly questioned her father about this.
Each time, Hugh skillfully deflected, inquiring about her studies or graduation plans, expertly avoiding her questions.
She yearned to understand the truth.
“Nothing,” Freya replied, determined to shield her. “I’ll fetch you something to eat. Once you’re feeling better, let your boyfriend know you’re alright.”
At this mention, Ethel’s thoughts immediately diverted.
She nodded, a delicate blush spreading across her cheeks.
Freya departed from the hospital, instructing Frederick to watch over her sister.
Wandering aimlessly along the street outside, Freya’s mind circled back to her sister’s question from earlier.
She couldn’t bear to reveal Hugh’s actions to her.
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