She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Individuals Of Lesser Importance

Kristian strode over with purposeful steps, his confidence evident in every movement.

Frederick jumped when he spotted Kristian, his pulse quickening instantly. “Mr… Mr. Shaw…”

“You recognize me?” Kristian lingered at the threshold, radiating an intimidating coolness that filled the space with his authority.

A flicker of recognition crossed Kristian’s mind as he studied Frederick’s features, sensing they’d crossed paths before.

“Who in this city doesn’t know the president of Shaw Group?” Frederick nervously ran fingers through his hair, feeling vulnerable without Freya nearby. “What brings you here?”

“Where’s Freya?”

Kristian cut to the chase, unwilling to spend time on someone he deemed insignificant.

Remembering Freya’s instructions, Frederick answered honestly, “She returned to Alerith with Trent.”

The revelation caught Kristian off guard.

How had this development escaped his notice?

And more tellingly, this stranger seemed to be quite close to Freya.

“Do you and Freya share a close relationship?” Kristian’s eyes narrowed.

“We’ve known each other since elementary school,” Frederick replied candidly, as Freya had mentioned her identity no longer mattered after finalizing the divorce. “Why do you ask?”

Kristian felt increasingly distant from understanding who Freya truly was. “When exactly did she leave with Trent?”

“Yesterday. Weren’t you informed?”

Frederick’s expression puzzled as he continued, “She headed straight to the airport with Trent after completing the divorce proceedings.”

Kristian’s expression darkened dramatically. Freya was really something, huh? She had indeed vanished without so much as a goodbye.

“If there’s nothing else, I really should get inside…” Frederick struggled under the weight of the tension

between them.

Though Kristian initially planned to dismiss him, he noticed the car keys clutched in Frederick’s hand as the

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man turned to leave. After thorough questioning, he discovered Freya had not only gifted this young man her fancy cat but also allowed him to occupy the villa.

Kristian was furious.

With emotions churning inside him, he drove back to his family home.

This time, Kristian disregarded the butler’s protests, fully aware they were merely excuses fabricated by his

grandfather, who preferred avoiding him.

Upon entering, he found Lionel absorbed in a solitary chess match. Noticing Kristian’s arrival, Lionel pretended not to see him and deliberately continued his game, completely ignoring his grandson’s presence.

Kristian settled into the seat across from him, his voice laden with tension as he inquired, “Freya once mentioned you know her family’s residence.”

“Don’t you possess that information as well?” Lionel continued moving chess pieces.

Kristian furrowed his brow in confusion. What was he supposed to know?

“Didn’t you encounter her father and younger sister during your last visit to Alerith?” Lionel glanced up, his tone heavy with implication.

Kristian instinctively began to deny it. “I never…”

He suddenly halted mid–sentence. Freya’s father and younger sister?

The faces of Hugh and Ethel suddenly materialized in his thoughts.

“Are you suggesting Freya is indeed Hugh Briggs‘ daughter?” Kristian found the conclusion preposterous.

How could Freya possibly be connected to Hugh? Hadn’t Hugh explicitly told him that he had only one daughter?

As these thoughts swirled, Kristian’s attention returned to his grandfather. He posed the most critical question, “When did you discover this?”

“Why this interrogation?” Lionel showed no intention of revealing anything, regarding him with contempt. “Remember that you two are now divorced. Whatever Freya’s background might be, it no longer concerns you.” For the first time in his life, Kristian’s mind descended into complete disarray.

If Freya truly was a member of the Briggs family, it meant Hugh and Ethel had deliberately deceived him at the hospital.

He’d always wondered why Ethel showed such affection toward Freya, supposedly just an ordinary bodyguard. “What are you going to do?” Lionel called out as Kristian rose to leave.

“I’m going to discover why she concealed the truth from me,” Kristian replied with determination, standing and dialing her number immediately.

He yearned to hear her explanation firsthand.

However, upon dialing, he encountered only an automated message indicating the phone was powered off.

A wave of unease washed over Kristian. After ending the call, he dispatched a message to Freya via a chat app,

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only to receive a prompt notification: “Message sent but rejected by the recipient.”

He attempted several alternative methods of communication, each yielding identical results.

The realization dawned on him–Freya had deliberately blocked his contact.

This awareness ignited a surge of indignation within him. He pivoted back toward Lionel and requested his

phone.

Lionel intuited the situation but chose not to expose Kristian’s intentions, silently handing over his device.

This time, the connection went through.

After several rings, Freya’s voice emerged unchanged from before. “Hello, Lionel.”

“It’s Kristian,” he announced, carefully restraining his anger while emphasizing each syllable.

Freya paused momentarily before responding with composure, “What do you want?”

Kristian seethed, longing to confront her face–to–face and express his outrage. “Two years of marriage, and I remained oblivious that my wife was the daughter of Hugh Briggs.”

“I told you, but you dismissed my words,” Freya replied with striking nonchalance.

Kristian found himself speechless. Who would have believed such statements in that particular context?

“Where are you currently?”

“In Alerith,” Freya admitted without hesitation.

Kristian felt his anger threatening to erupt.

Of course he knew she was in Alerith.

Taking several measured breaths, he attempted to address her with forced composure, “We need to talk. Provide me with your address.”