She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Her Parents Had Never Loved Each...

Freya was oblivious to what had unfolded between Hugh and Ethel.

After dropping Freya and Kristian off, Gerard had left, leaving only the two alone in the living room.

Freya glanced at Kristian, who hadn't uttered a single word since their arrival. She had no intention of breaking

the silence herself. Her visit today was simply to make it easier to coordinate with Ethel when she arrived later.

Originally, Freya had planned to have someone deliver the items, but after trying the door and finding it locked,

she had given up. Besides, that tof day wasn't ideal for deliveries anyway.

"Have you thought it through?" Kristian suddenly shattered the silence,

Freya looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Getting remarried."

Freya felt at a loss for words.

(She had no desire to engage in conversation with him.

Kristian rose to his feet and approached her. His tall frtowered over her, casting a shadow that seemed to

swallow her whole. He leaned in just enough for his words to feel close, almost too close. "If you have any

concerns, feel free to share them. As long as you agree to remarry me, I'll transfer all my assets into your name."

"That's unnecessary." Freya dismissed him without hesitation.

Once trust was broken, it was as if trying to mend shattered glass. No matter the effort, it would never be whole

again.

Freya's trust in Kristian had long since vanished, irreparably lost.

Kristian opened his mouth as if to say something more, but the icy distance radiating from Freya stopped him

cold.

There was something about her today, something different from the usual.

As he contemplated this, a knock cat the door.

Freya checked the tand knew it was Ethel. She didn't rush to answer.

Knowing Kristian's nature, if she got up to answer the door now, he'd probably think it was Melvin or Trent- and

might even refuse to open it.

Kristian, in fact, thought as much.

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Chapter 155 Her Parents Had Never Loved Each Other

Yet, when he saw Freya make no move to answer the door, he assumed Gerard had returned.

When he opened it, Ethel stood in the doorway.

"Ms. Briggs?" Kristian murmured.

"I'm here to take my sister home," Ethel said, her tone steady. She gestured to someone hidden behind the

door. "And to return the things you left at our house last time."

As she spoke, a group of bodyguards and a driver emerged, carrying a lot of bags into the room.

Kristian was about to shut the door when Freya stepped forward, took the bags from the bodyguards and driver,

and placed them in the living room.

Once she was done, she stepped back to the doorway, her tone as cool and detached as ever. "I trust that next

tyou'll refrain from sending gifts so casually. We're not close enough to accept such gifts."

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked out with Ethel and the others.

Kristian's gaze darkened as frustration crept in. He pulled out his phone, dialing Gerard's number with a sense of

urgency. "Find out what's been going on with Freya these past couple of days."

"She has been working these past two days," Gerard replied, his voice calm and familiar with Freya's schedule.

"The only exception was lunch today with her father and a few others."

"Who were they?"

"| believe one was her father's partner," Gerard replied.

Kristian muttered that he understood and hung up, his mind racing. Was Freya upset because of that?

He closed the door and returned to his study, his thoughts a storm.

As for Freya, she sank back into the rear seat of the car, closing her eyes to steal

a moment of rest.

Though all she'd done was have lunch and shop with Ethel, she felt mentally drained.

She was so exhausted that she didn't want to deal with anything.

Ethel noticed the shift in her sister's demeanor and hesitated before speaking. "Mina?"

"Yes?"

"Are you unhappy?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Since we left the restaurant today, you've seemed... off. You've acted like your usual self, but | can tell." Ethel

gently took Freya's hand, offering a silent comfort.

Freya smiled faintly and gave Ethel's hand a reassuring pat. "I just miss Mom a little."

From childhood, their parents had seemed to be deeply in love. In Freya's memory, they'd never argued-not even

raised their voices at each other.

But now, doubt crept in. Did her father ever truly love her mother?

An hour later, the sisters arrived home.

When they stepped inside, Hugh was still sitting in the living room. Seeing them enter, he stood and called out,

"Mina."

Freya froze, her steps halting. Her aloofness returned in full force, her tone and posture cold and indifferent

"What is it?"

"Can we talk?"

"Mina..." Ethel's voice was filled with concern.

"You go upstairs first," Freya said firmly.

There were things she didn't want Ethel to hear. She would shoulder the burden

of these uncomfortable matters herself. Ethel deserved a life where she could

laugh freely, untouched by the world's weight.

Ethel hesitated but eventually made her way upstairs. She didn't want to make things harder for her sister.

Once Ethel was gone, only Freya and Hugh remained in the living room.

Outside, the night had already fallen. The lights inside were bright, but they did little to dispel the darkness that

weighed on Freya's heart.

Hugh opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed stuck, trapped by a heavy guilt.

"I have a question to ask you," Freya said, breaking the silence.

Hugh looked at her, a mix of guilt and affection in his gaze. "Go ahead."

"Did you and Mom ever truly love each other?" Freya's eyes were fixed on him, unwavering, as if silently

demanding the truth.

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Hugh froze, his mind momentarily blank. One thought rose to the surface: Mina knew the truth.

Freya saw the change in his face and pieced together the answer. "Is it hard to answer?"

Hugh's voice was strained, almost a whisper. "Mina..."

"You only need to answer yes or no," Freya insisted, trying to remain composed.

"Your mother and | married for convenience. Not many couples in arranged marriages truly love each other."

Hugh looked away, his expression clouded with regret. "Your mother and I didn't marry for love. But we both

loved you and your sister deeply. That was never in question."

At that moment, it felt as if the very foundation of Freya's world had crumbled, leaving her standing on uncertain

ground.

Her hands stiffened at her sides, and the light inside her seemed to fade.

"Mina," Hugh called out softly.

Freya didn't respond, but her eyes reddened.

Hugh panicked, leaping to his feet and rushing toward her. "Mina, don't scare me."

Freya bit her bottom lip, the pain in her chest unbearable.

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To her, having a happy family had always been her greatest source of strength. During her intense training, she

had always drawn strength from the thought of her family. When the going got tough, the idea of protecting her

family kept her going. When she wanted to quit, the vision of her happy family was the only thing that motivated

her.

But after her mother's death, just days later, she had walked in on her father and Cheryl in bed together. That

was when her world had shattered.

Her father had claimed he was framed.

And Freya had believed him.

But belief didn't erase the reality that, despite his words, he had kept Cheryl close-and a rift had formed between

them.

Now, her father was telling her that the foundation of her belief, the happy family

she had always trusted in, had never been real. Her parents had never loved each other.

Her world ccrashing down.

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