She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257 Your Mentor Did The Right Thing

Freya found herself utterly speechless.

She had always known Natasha was easy–going, but she had never imagined the woman could be this incessantly talkative in person. Was she always this annoyingly forward with people?

“What’s wrong? You look like I’ve frightened you or something,” Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes when she

noticed Freya wasn’t saying a word.

“I don’t need companionship, and I certainly don’t need a shoulder to cry on,” Freya replied coolly, her gaze drifting away with pointed disinterest. “If there’s nothing else, I’d like you to leave.”

Natasha leaned in, closing the distance with a sigh. “Freya, don’t be so cold to me.”

Freya felt a migraine pulsing behind her eyes.

If she hadn’t done such a good job hiding herself all this time, she would’ve suspected Natasha had already figured her out.

Are you scared Kristian won’t show up and you’ll end up in danger?” Natasha asked, as if they were old friends with years of history.

Freya stayed silent.

Natasha carried on without missing a beat, “Don’t worry. He’ll come. We brought you here today for a reason -we’re sure he cares. Come on. Give me a smile, will you?”

Freya didn’t respond.

“Even if you won’t think of yourself, at least think about the little one you’re carrying. Stress isn’t good for her.” Freya’s brows furrowed as she turned sharply to her. “How do you know I’m pregnant?”

Despite the confrontation, all she could think was how badly she wanted Natasha to just leave. Pretending all the time was downright exhausting.

“I know everything about you. Just hand me a computer, and I can dig up whatever you want,” Natasha said, full of smug pride. Seeing Freya finally speak, she lit up with renewed energy.

“Is that so?” Freya said evenly, beginning to bait the trap.

“Of course. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything. I guarantee I can find the answer,” Natasha declared, brimming with confidence.

Freya’s expression didn’t change. “How long are you going to live?” she asked.

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Natasha blinked, speechless.

“How many hairs are on your head?”

Still no answer.

“Where is the edge of the universe?”

Natasha couldn’t reply.

“How many cells make up your body?” Freya rattled off, one question after another.

Natasha clammed up completely.

She stared at Freya and blurted, “You know, your weird questions remind me of someone.”

Freya arched a brow, confused.

“My mentor,” Natasha said absentmindedly.

“When she used to teach me, I’d chat her ear off about real–life stuff,” Natasha recalled. “She didn’t like talking either. She’d just throw sarcasm at me and move on.”

Freya didn’t respond, her expression steady and unreadable.

Natasha poked her cheek. “Why are you quiet again?”

“Your mentor did the right thing,” Freya said, calmly praising herself.

“What? I really don’t understand people who hate talking,” Natasha muttered, resting her chin on her hand with a pout. “Not talking, no interaction… Don’t you find that painfully boring and-”

Before she could finish, she noticed Freya had already curled up on the blanket and drifted off, ignoring her

completely.

Natasha was left with a whirlwind of questions tumbling through her mind. She hadn’t even gotten to finish

what she was saying.

She’d originally planned to drag Freya into a heart–to–heart about life, but remembering the baby, she bit her

tongue.

That night, Natasha stayed in the basement.

Freya considered kicking her out, but since Natasha wasn’t actively doing anything, she decided to let it slide

for now.

Meanwhile, Kristian had been anxiously waiting for Brendan’s call, from dusk to the break of dawn.

He hadn’t dared to let his guard down for even a second. Just when he started suspecting that something was wrong with his phone, Gerard arrived with Frederick in tow.

The moment Kristian saw him, he knew it had been arranged by Freya.

He didn’t object and let Frederick in.

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“Mr. Shaw, that man will likely be reaching out to you soon,” Frederick said, carrying a laptop with him. Despite his youthful looks, his demeanor was steady. “No matter what you receive, please remain calm and rational.”

“Is Freya in danger?” Kristian asked, picking up on the implications.

Sticking to Freya’s earlier instructions, Frederick answered evenly, “No.”

Kristian didn’t buy it. If she wasn’t in danger, why would she send Freder to babysit him?

As the conversation lingered in the air, Kristian’s phone lit up. He assumed it was some junk notification and almost dismissed it, but realized it was an email.

A sudden wave of dread hit him like a punch to the gut. He opened it and clicked on the video attachment.

The second the footage loaded, his chest tightened–Freya was in a basement, hands bound.

Forcing down his panic, he passed the phone to Frederick. “This is what you call not being in danger?”

“Freya’s not afraid of snakes,” Frederick replied evenly. “Chances are, the video cuts off because she’s already killed every one of them.”

Kristian’s jaw clenched. He said nothing.

Just as he was about to ask where Freya was being held, a call came through—an unknown number.

He glanced at Frederick, then picked it up and put it on speaker.

“Kristian, did you enjoy the video I sent?” The voice on the other end was distorted–unrecognizable, run

through a voice changer.

Kristian’s eyes darkened. “Who are you?”