She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 Freya Went To Jeucwell

“What’s the likelihood of him pulling through without any complications?” Freya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob didn’t sugarcoat the truth. “Less than one in a thousand.”

That single remark sent Freya spiraling into despair.

Less than one in a thousand… It meant Kristian might never wake again–or worse, survive with irreversible damage to his central nervous system.

The very thought was a bitter pill to swallow, even for her–let alone for his family.

They might lecture him often, but deep down, she knew they all held a genuine affection for him.

“You don’t have to be so anxious. Lawrence is one of the best in the field,” Jacob added, his tone more conversational than usual when speaking to her. “With his prior research, there’s a chance Kristian might actually make it.”

Freya said nothing. Lawrence had certainly made notable strides in both psychiatry and neurology.

But Kristian’s condition… she couldn’t help but worry.

Lawrence, who had been standing a short distance away, listened in silence. After letting out a heavy breath, he stepped forward. “Thanks for your help today. You two can head back now. I’ll take it from here.”

“Are you confident you can save him?” Freya asked.

“No.” His response was curt, almost cryptic. “But at the moment, you don’t really have any other option but to

leave him in my hands.”

Freya remained silent.

He wasn’t wrong.

Now was the time for Lawrence to prove his worth–and frankly, no one else came close.

Noticing the apprehension clouding her expression, Jacob spoke up on her behalf. “Be honest, Lawrence. How confident are you?”

Lawrence didn’t want to reply.

“If you tell the truth, the one billion we discussed could be halved,” Jacob remarked coldly, as though addressing a stranger.

Lawrence wanted to snap back, but given the amount was still significant, he answered, “Fifty percent. Though

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ng the treatment will take.”

“Truly fifty percent?” Freya asked, seeking reassurance.

Lawrence gave a firm nod. “Yes.”

“As long as you can cure him, name your price,” Freya said earnestly, hoping more than anything that Kristian would recover. “Let me know if you need anything”

“One billion dollars,” Lawrence said with a glance at Jacob, a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

Freya agreed without a second thought. “Okay.”

Lawrence was taken aback.

He chose to hold his tongue, suddenly feeling like he’d been pegged as someone obsessed with money.

“Kristian still owes me a deal,” Lawrence said, refusing her offer. He didn’t want Kristian laughing at him when he eventually regained consciousness. “So for that reason, I’ll see to it he recovers. Just leave it to me.*

“But,” Freya hesitated before continuing, “I can’t make that call.”

Something so significant couldn’t be handled without Kristian’s family’s knowledge.

If the treatment only took a few days or even a couple of months, that would be one thing–but if it stretched on for half a year or longer, they had to be told.

“If he makes it through the next forty–eight hours, I’ll speak with his family,” Freya declared, “and ask for their opinion.”

Lawrence didn’t respond.

He pulled out a family consent form and handed it to her. “Once you’ve spoken with them, have someone sign this.”

“All right,” Freya said, taking it from him.

For the next two days, Freya remained at the hospital.

As the forty–eight–hour mark drew near, her nerves frayed; her palms were slick with cold sweat.

The waiting was brutal–each minute dragging out like an eternity.

When Lawrence came to brief her, he saw the dread written all over her face. “If you’re this concerned, then why’d you divorce him back then?”

His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Freya turned to him. “How is he?”

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“The critical window has passed. The good news is, he won’t be a vegetable,” Lawrence said, his tone far more serious than before. “The bad news is, damage to the central nervous system might bring about complications–including, but not limited to, what Jacob mentioned earlier.”

Freya felt as if a hammer had struck her chest; her heart clenched with unease. “When will he wake up?”

“In a day or two,” Lawrence answered. “In the meantime, get that family consent form signed. Once he’s

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“Okay.” Freya nodded,

U my own facility. The equipment there is better suited for his treatment.”

Seeing her still standing there, Lawrence raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t leave soon, it could delay the best timing for his care.”

“I want to see him,” Freya said quietly.

Lawrence granted her permission.

Freya stepped into the hospital room.

Kristian lay still, his eyes closed, his face pale and drained of its usual stoic pride. That spark of vitality he always carried–gone. Now, he just looked… lifeless.

The sight of him like this made her chest tighten.

She lingered by his bedside for a while, then quietly turned and exited the room.

After collecting Kristian’s medical files from Lawrence, she booked a flight to Jeucwell.

Things had gotten far more complicated than she’d imagined.

Originally, she thought they’d part ways peacefully after the divorce.

If not for Brendan–if she hadn’t proposed working with Kristian–would all of this have even happened?

The more she dwelled on it, the more her thoughts unraveled. Her usual composure splintered.

In that fog of turmoil, she boarded the plane to Jeucwell.

Staring out at the vast blue sky and drifting clouds, memories of her and Kristian washed over her. She remembered the tenderness and patience that defined the early days of their marriage–the respect, the quiet understanding. Then came the doubts, the cracks in trust, the harsh words—and now, his sacrifice to protect