She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 295 I Don't Mind The Pain "It's not what you think. You've misunderstood." Freya said, her voice calm but edged with urgency-though she hadn't been given the opportunity to explain the whole situation "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not doesn't matter. What matters is getting Kristian out of here," Ethel insisted, her tone brimming with fierce resolve. She had no clue what had unfolded between Freya and Kristian on Butterfly Island, nor did she know Kristian had nearly lost his life trying to save her sister.

Tl go talk to him," she announced, flinging the door open and marching out, trying her best to sound authoritative-but managing to coff more adorable than intimidating.

Freya reached out instinctively to stop her. "Sheila!" she called, but it was already too late.

To Ethel, her sister was the whole world.

The last tKristian had visited, neither she nor Hugh had any idea what had happened between Kristian and Freya. But now that she did, there was no chance she'd let Freya suffer again.

Even if Kristian cacross as daunting, Ethel had already made up her mind- he had to go. Who knew what he might do to her sister if they were left alone together? Fueled by that thought, Ethel hauled over the suitcases and thrust them into Kristian's arms just as he finished setting down his jacket.

Kristian blinked, bewildered. What in the world was happening? "Take your things and leave," Ethel declared, forcing a brave expression onto her face despite the fluttering nerves twisting in her gut. "You're not welchere, and I hope you'll stop bothering my sister from now on." In an instant, Ethel's words shattered the fragile happiness that had flickered inside Kristian from Freya's earlier concern. He turned toward Freya, who had just stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes clouded with helplessness and confusion- silently pleading for an answer. Hadn't Freya brought him here herself? Then why was he being asked to leave? "Sheila," Freya murmured, tugging lightly at Ethel's arm.

"I have to do this!" Ethel insisted.

"He's lost his memory," Freya explained curtly. "He doesn't remember anything from before. Right now, he's just a child inside-a five-year-old, mentally." Ethel was utterly stunned. Amnesia? Five years old? No way. He had to be faking it.

She was just about to protest when Kristian's soft voice cut through the tension.

0.0% 15:13 ||| < "Freya..." Kristian murmured, guilt creeping into his expression "Am I making things hard for you?" From the moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd felt that the disliked him. And nowy, her little sister had outright said he wasn't welcome. What on earth had he done in the past to deserve such coldness? Ethel felt her chest tighten with conflict.

Kristian's toneso tentative, so boyish it really did sound like a child's "No, you're not," Freya replied gently, unable to beat the pain and guilt carved into his face After all, he was just a child in every way that counted "Sheila wasn't talking about you she was referring to someone else. someone who just happens to look a lot like you. She made a mistake * "Really?" Kristian asked, not daring to believe it.

"It's true," Freya said, her voice reassuring Kristian turned his gaze to Ethel.

But Ethel had already drawn her own conclusions. She didn't care about this memory loss tale. In her eyes, Kristian was just putting on an act-looking for a way to worm his way closer to Freya. Did he really think she would let it slide? In his dreams! Still, just as she was about to call him out, she caught a glimpse of the cautious, hopeful light in his eyes. Wait... was this really Kristian? Ethel cleared her throat awkwardly, averting her gaze, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish. "It's true. My bad." "It's okay," Kristian replied meekly.

Ethel squirmed inwardly, completely thrown by that look in his eyes. She just couldn't wrap her head around someone losing their memory like that.

By lunchtime, the takeout they'd ordered from a restaurant had arrived.

0 Freya had never been much of a cook, and since she lived alone, she hadn't bothered hiring anyone to help in the kitchen.

She was almost always away on business trips or buried in work at the office, and with Melvin constantly around, he made sure she never skipped a meal by ordering food for her every single day.

Most days, she stuck with restaurants she knew well.

During the meal, Ethel kept casting discreet glances at Kristian, trying to figure out whether this amnesia story held any weight.

But from the small details she picked up on, this courteous, thoughtful man was nothing like the aloof, frosty figure she remembered. The amnesia was probably real.

After lunch, Freya headed to the study to work, leaving Kristian and Ethel alone in the living room.

With Kristian like this, Ethel didn't feel intimidated at all, so she struck up a casual conversation. "Why do think my sister is your elder sister?" "Lawrence Hayes toldshe's my sister," Kristian responded plainly.

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Ethel shot him a frown. "She's my sister, not yours You can't post think like that? "Then what should bm consider her as?" Kristian didn't argue or det upset. He'd noticed earlier how well Freya treated Ethel. If he upset Ethel, Freys might kick him out, so he figunt be should behave.

If Freya knew what was running through his mind, she'd seriously question her qualifications gon

It hadn't even been a full day, and Kristian, stripped of his memories, was already acting like someone be kn trying his hardest to be liked-just to secure a place to stay. "Think of her as a friend," Ethel suggested after mulling it over for a moment. Kristian pressed his lips together, visibly displeased. "I don't like that." In his heart, Freys was his older sate Ethel was about to snap back that there wasn't even much of an age gap between Freys and tim-but fea remembered what Freya had said earlier. Kristian now had the mind of a five-year-old "How about this?" Ethel offered, brainstorming on the fly. "Think of her as your aunt." Kristian replied, "But Freya looks young and pretty. She doesn't look like an aunt to me." "Just do as I say," Ethel insisted.

"But she's my sister..." Kristian muttered.

"Do you wantto rough you up?" Ethel shot back, suddenly sounding like a bratty kid herself Kristian's eyes lit up. "If you hit me, does that mean I can still think of Freya as my elder sister?" Ethel was momentarily speechless.

Those wide, sparkling eyes and that question left her completely at a loss.

Seeing her fall silent, Kristian assumed she had given in. He jumped to his feet, grabbed a baseball bat, and offered it to her with innocent earnestness. "Go on. I don't mind the pain." If he could still think of Freya as his elder sister, he didn't care how hard Ethel hit him

Ethel's lips twitched. She wasn't the kind to go around hitting people-and this man was the president of Shaw Group. Like hell she'd actually lay a hand on him. Besides, this amnesia wasn't going to last forever. What would happen once he remembered everything? "Don't worry. I won't make a sound." Kristian said, pressing a bat into her hands, solemn as could be. I won't tell Freya either." "Don't think I won't actually do it!" Ethel retorted, waving the bat threateningly to scare him off.

Kristian stood there obediently, as if waiting to be struck.

Just then, Freya walked out of the study, a glass of water in her hand.