Chapter 846:
Freya stood motionless, caught off guard.
She had promised him a reward, but she had assumed he meant something else entirely.
“Let’s go back to Alerith,” Kristian said, tugging her gently along. On the drive back, Kristian kept talking without pause, recounting every little thing he had experienced during his stay at home.
Freya responded occasionally, her voice distant and cool.
Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Kristian asked, “Freya, are you not interested in what I’m saying?”
“You’ve got it wrong,” Freya replied. “I’m just thinking about when to take you to Lawrence for a check-up.”
Kristian’s mood shifted ever so slightly. Did she genuinely hope he could get better anytime soon?
As the thought turned in his mind, something new struck him, and he asked, “If I never get better, will you stop caring about me?”
“Why would you say that?” Freya frowned, puzzled by his sudden question.
“No one wants to be stuck with someone like me forever,” Kristian said quietly, his gaze dimming. “If my mind never recovers, and my memory doesn’t return, wouldn’t I just be a burden to you?”
“Don’t overthink it,” Freya said gently. “You will get better.”
Once they arrived in Alerith, Freya got Kristian settled in and then made a call to Lawrence.
When she reached him, Lawrence happened to be at Jacob’s place, nursing a bruised face.
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Lawrence perched on the edge of the sofa, studying Jacob, who returned his gaze with glacial indifference.
“I’m wounded here. You can’t seriously expect me to handle this alone,” Lawrence protested, his voice tinged with desperation.
“Either shut your mouth or get out,” Jacob retorted, his contempt for Lawrence radiating from every syllable.
Lawrence exhaled deeply and reluctantly grabbed the medicine to treat himself.
He couldn’t fathom why Jacob directed such coldness toward him while maintaining a gentle demeanor with everyone else. Even if their troubled history justified Jacob’s attitude, Lawrence had come with genuine intentions to apologize and rebuild their relationship.
“Your phone’s ringing,” Jacob remarked as Lawrence’s device continued its persistent ringing.
“I’m ignoring it,” Lawrence muttered dismissively.
“It’s Freya calling,” Jacob added pointedly.
Lawrence hesitated. His initial instinct was to avoid answering, despite it being Freya, but after a moment’s deliberation, he reluctantly accepted the call.
“Hello, Ms. Briggs.”
“Hi, when are you returning to Alerith?” Freya inquired without preamble. “I want to bring Kristian for his follow-up appointment and discuss his recovery progress with you.”
“Well…” Lawrence glanced anxiously at Jacob, whose frigid aura permeated the room.
“What’s wrong?” Freya pressed.
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