Chapter 760:
Lawrence hesitated. “Didn’t Gerard already fill you in?”
“I want to know how I saved her life,” Kristian said, each word dropping with weight.
Lawrence met his gaze head-on, then lied without blinking. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know. When I found you, you were already injured.”
“Lying isn’t good,” Kristian said, his tone darkening, danger flashing across his eyes.
“I know,” Lawrence answered evenly, his calm smile never faltering. “But I truly don’t know. Why don’t you ask Freya? She should know better than anyone.”
Kristian let out a dry, almost mocking chuckle, his lips curling faintly. Lawrence furrowed his brows, struggling to decipher what was running through Kristian’s mind.
“If I go and blatantly ask, wouldn’t that just be broadcasting my intentions?” Kristian remarked, his tone laced with blunt honesty as he scrutinized Lawrence with a penetrating gaze. “Besides, who really gives a second thought to the musings of a five-year-old?”
“You’re not planning to reveal to Freya that you’ve recovered?” Lawrence probed, his brow furrowed with concern.
Kristian’s expression hardened, his mind crystal clear. “If she discovered that my mental faculties have returned to normal, she’d abandon me without a second thought. She wouldn’t need to fuss over me anymore.”
He wasn’t some naive fool. He knew exactly how things would play out. The moment he moved out of Freya’s villa, that opportunistic neighbor would swoop in on her as soon as he was out of the picture.
“Or are you considering coming clean to her?” Kristian pressed, noticing Lawrence’s hesitation.
“I generally steer clear of meddling in other folks’ affairs,” Lawrence replied, his voice steady and resolute. He genuinely had no plans to stir the pot—at least not at the moment. “But bear this in mind: Freya despises deceit. If she learns you’ve been playing her, she’ll cut you off for good.”
Kristian remained silent, his stoic facade barely concealing the flicker of concern that darted through his eyes.
“One last piece of advice,” Lawrence added with a stern tone. “We live in a lawful society. If you go around hurting or killing people on purpose, it’s a crime. You’d do well to control those reckless urges of yours.”
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“I don’t need your reminders,” Kristian retorted, his voice cool and detached.
The two exchanged a few more words, their conversation winding down at last.
Gerard had been pacing anxiously outside. The moment he spotted Kristian emerging, he dashed over, his relief palpable.
Lawrence gave him a brief nod, his tone dismissive. “I’ve relayed everything your boss needs to know,” he stated flatly, sparing Gerard the usual runaround. “There’s no need for concern. Just carry on as you were.”
Gerard paused, biting his lip. “Well…” he began, uncertainty clouding his features.
Lawrence arched an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind?”
Gerard scratched the back of his neck, looking hesitant. “How old… um, mentally, I mean… is my boss now?”
Lawrence’s eyes flicked toward Kristian, silently questioning whether to disclose more.
With a shrug, Kristian jammed a hand into his coat pocket and responded with deliberate clarity, “Completely normal.”
“R-really?” Gerard’s voice cracked, his surprise evident.
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