Chapter 98:
The three friends chorused with glee, “Poor lonely heart, stew in your envy!”
Frederick’s irritation mounted steadily.
From his position in the passenger seat, his exasperation was plainly visible.
“Freya, they’re mocking me as a ‘lonely heart’!” Frederick protested.
“Don’t fret—I’ll be joining those ranks soon myself,” Freya answered thoughtfully.
Frederick’s expression brightened instantly.
He hastily relayed Freya’s comment back to the group, his annoyance somewhat diminished.
Freya navigated the outskirts for some time, finally arriving home at one in the morning.
Stretched out on her bed, her mind gradually settled.
A revelation dawned on her. When compared to a marriage with Kristian, solitary life brought her genuine contentment.
She had friends with whom she could share life’s peaks and valleys, and romance wasn’t essential to her existence.
Throughout the following days, Freya embraced this liberated mindset. She devoted most of her hours to examining the materials Hugh had provided.
Had Melinda not called, she might have remained in Alerith until her divorce papers arrived.
Seeing Melinda’s name flash on her screen, Freya initially wanted to disregard it. Yet when the device rang again, she reluctantly answered.
Melinda began, “Hello, Freya.”
gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
“Melinda.”
“Could you come to Jeucwell?” Melinda asked, her tone carrying layers of emotion she rarely revealed, aware of Freya’s previous visit. “Lionel collapsed from fury after discovering the terrible actions Kristian took against you. He’s currently under medical care.”
Freya clutched her phone with heightened tension.
Lionel had consistently shown her exceptional kindness, surpassing even her biological grandfather’s affection. “I’ll come,” she conceded.
After ending the call, she notified Frederick and Ethel.
Ethel listened with concern and inquired, “May I accompany you?”
“I need to address those matters alone,” Freya explained gently to her sister. “Once your break begins, whenever you wish to see Jeucwell, I’ll show you around the city.”
Ethel urged, “Please call if anything happens. Don’t shoulder everything yourself.”
“I will,” Freya agreed with a nod.
“Mina!” Ethel called out again.
“Yes?”
“You can confide everything in me,” Ethel emphasized.
Freya paused, contemplating her sister’s words.
She approached Ethel, affectionately tousled her hair, and offered a gentle smile. “I’m heading out now.”
Ethel insisted on driving her to the airport, a gesture Freya accepted.
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