She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 The Codes

If Freya had been a little calmer back then–sharper, more attentive–she might’ve picked up on the gaps, the odd bits that didn’t quite add up.

But people weren’t machines. Even the smartest, most logical minds could miss things, and sometimes, life didn’t hand you a second chance to double–check.

Over the next two days, Freya got things in order at Anita International before meeting up with Jacob.

Kristian’s bullet had already been taken out, and technically, Jacob’s role was done. Still, she wanted to see things for herself.

She and Jacob had always been tight, and he answered all her questions without holding back. He also agreed to the favor she asked before he left.

Lawrence spent every waking hour glued to Kristian’s case–tracking his vitals, digging through his medical records.

Then one day, he finally caught a lead. Just as he did, his assistant burst in, clearly rattled. “Mr. Hayes,

someone’s here to see you.”

“Just send them away. No need to lose your head,” Lawrence said.

“This one’s… different,” the assistant muttered, his expression uneasy. “You’ll wanna see him.”

That caught Lawrence’s attention. “Who is it?”

“Dr. Prescott,” the assistant replied, eyes cast down.

Lawrence went quiet.

Jacob had never liked him. Every time they crossed paths, Jacob was sarcastic. Why was he suddenly here now?

“Mr. Hayes?”

“I heard you.”

Lawrence set down what he was working on, straightened his white coat, and stepped out.

His face was nothing like the casual one he wore around Kristian, or the easygoing version he showed Freya. He ⚫ looked like a man walking into a room to face someone he’d rather not see.

When Lawrence stepped out, he found Jacob lounging in the waiting room–a space as polished and high–tech as the rest of the facility, all clean lines and quiet hums of machinery.

As Lawrence drew near, the glass doors parted with a soft hiss, revealing Jacob slouched on the couch, wearing the same half–drowsy look he always did, like he’d just rolled out of bed. “What brings you here?”

Jacob didn’t reply. He was in a pale gray knit sweater, every inch of him giving off lazy indifference.

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“You wanted to see me?” Lawrence asked again when the silence dragged.

“Why did you lie to Freya?” Jacob’s eyes were deep and emotionless.

Lawrence froze, caught off guard for half a second

But his mind snapped back fast. After a beat, he pulled on a mask of confusion. “Lie about what?”

“Kristian,” Jacob answered flatly.

“She told you I lied?” Lawrence let out a short, dry laugh, though something in him twisted. “Believe it or not,

I told her everything I didn’t leave anything out.”

And if there was something missing, well, that was on Kristian–not him.

Jacob’s lips tightened into a thin line.

Lawrence’s smile was faint and a little sad. “Jacob, in your eyes, does nothing I say ever weigh as much as one

word from her?”

“Yes.” He didn’t miss a beat.

That one word landed like a blow. Lawrence just stared at him, looking into those deep, steady eyes.

Jacob didn’t blink. Didn’t look away.

Lawrence’s gaze flickered with emotion–anger, sadness, resignation. But Jacob’s stayed ice cold.

In the end, it was Lawrence who looked away first. He dropped his eyes and gave a bitter smile. When he looked up again, his expression was back to neutral. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you the answer you’re looking

for. Whatever Freya chooses to believe, I’ve told her the truth about Kristian.”

“I want to see him,” Jacob said.

Lawrence’s voice turned razor–sharp. “No visitors.”

“What are you hiding?” Jacob cut straight through him.

“I’m not hiding anything.” Lawrence met his eyes squarely. “Kristian is my patient. It’s my job to make sure he

recovers quietly, without disruptions.”

“And what if I don’t back down?” Jacob’s calm finally cracked.

Lawrence gave a cool smile. “You still won’t get in. There are three locked doors between here and Kristian’s

room. Each needs its own password.”

Jacob rose slowly, hair still a mess, his movements unhurried. He glanced at Lawrence once, then walked out of

⚫ the lounge.

Lawrence thought he was finally leaving–that he was done with this place, like he always wanted. But Jacob walked straight toward the first security door.

Facial recognition, iris scan, fingerprint, password–just one needed to work.

Jacob’s pale gaze rested on the panel. After a moment’s pause, he typed something in.

First attempt–denied.

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Second attempt–denied.

Lawrence listened to the cold voice reporting failed entries, a strange mix of relief and weariness curling in his

chest. Jacob couldn’t get in.

Then the voice spoke again.

“Password accepted. Please enter.”

The door slid open.

Jacob stepped through, untouched by emotion, moving like he belonged there.

Lawrence stood frozen. Password accepted?

His eyes widened as the realization slammed into him–Jacob remembered everything.

He remembered!

Forgetting all else, Lawrence darted after him. By the time he caught up, Jacob had already opened the second door and was heading toward the third.

“Jacob!” Lawrence called.

Jacob didn’t slow down.

Lawrence lunged forward, blocking his path, his expression still clouded with emotion. “You remembered the password. Does that mean-”

“No,” Jacob cut him off coldly.

Lawrence wanted to say more.