Chapter 92:
Just as Kristian was about to leave, his mother’s call stopped him. Her voice was stern and laced with disappointment the moment he picked up.
Kristian held his tongue, absorbing the barrage of her words.
Then she hit him with the crucial inquiry, “Who sent that message to Freya? Did you end things with her over that woman?”
“I need to sort some things out with Freya. I’ll fill you in later,” Kristian said, brushing off the question with ease.
He was acutely aware that revealing the truth to his mother would unleash her wrath. She held Freya in high esteem.
“You better resolve this correctly,” she warned. Her voice grew colder, her disgust evident for the person who had contacted Freya. “If you left Freya to marry her, I won’t stand for it.”
“Alright,” Kristian murmured, then disconnected the call with a soft click.
He was acutely aware that his family would never embrace Ashley—whether it was the stern disapproval of his parents or the rigid expectations of his grandfather, their hearts had room only for Freya.
With a heavy sigh, he quelled the rising tide of his emotions and set out for the location Freya had sent him, slipping behind the wheel of a random car from the company lot.
Upon his arrival, Freya was already there, her presence as commanding as ever.
Seeing her again after several days stirred a complex whirl of emotions within him. Unlike the typical, tear-streaked heroines of cinema, Freya appeared utterly composed and self-sufficient, which only added to the unsettling feeling in his gut.
“Besides the news of her pregnancy, what else did Ashley mention to you?” Kristian dove right into the heart of the matter, forgoing any pleasantries as he settled across from Freya.
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Without a word, Freya unlocked her phone, pulled up the recording of her call with Ashley, and passed the device to Kristian.
He shot her a puzzled look before pressing play.
The moment Ashley’s strained voice filled the air, a sharp pang clutched at Kristian’s heart. Acting on impulse, he faced Freya and demanded, “Why didn’t you inform me right away?”
Freya’s expression remained undisturbed as she retorted, “And why exactly should I facilitate her communication with you?”
“If she wasn’t in distress, she wouldn’t have reached out to you,” Kristian snapped back, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and concern.
Freya stared in disbelief at his brazen nerve. “Are you provoking a confrontation?”
Kristian’s lips formed a thin line, and he offered no reply.
Without hesitation, he snatched Freya’s phone and hastily dialed Ashley. Noticing Ashley was blocked, he swiftly unblocked her to ensure the call went through.
Freya, too fatigued to engage in further conflict, merely watched his deliberate actions.
The connection was immediate.
“Ms. Briggs…” Ashley’s frail, tremulous voice came from the other end.
“It’s Kristian,” he declared, infusing his tone with calming assurance, his face softening into a look of concern. Freya’s stomach churned with discomfort.
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