She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Comforting Lionel

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Frederick replied to Ethel, “After all, I’m Freya’s closest confidant.”

He then replied to Trent with a curt, “Not yet.”

One of his other friends chimed in eagerly, “Living the high life now, aren’t you? Did you snag her autograph while you were at it?”

“This is infuriating! I begged Freya to take me before, but she flat–out refused!” another commented.

“All this excitement over a car race? I’ve shared a bed with her, and you don’t hear me boasting about it.”

Frederick shot back, “You three love–struck fools have no right to speak!”

The three friends chorused with glee, “Poor lonely heart, stew in your envy!”

Frederick’s irritation mounted steadily.

From his position in the passenger seat, his exasperation was plainly visible.

“Freya, they’re mocking me as a ‘lonely heart‘!” Frederick protested.

“Don’t fret–I’ll be joining those ranks soon myself,” Freya answered thoughtfully.

Frederick’s expression brightened instantly.

He hastily relayed Freya’s comment back to the group, his annoyance somewhat diminished. Freya navigated the outskirts for some time, finally arriving home at one in the morning. Stretched out on her bed, her mind gradually settled.

A revelation dawned on her. When compared to a marriage with Kristian, solitary life brought her genuine

contentment.

She had friends with whom she could share life’s peaks and valleys, and romance wasn’t essential to her

existence.

nroughout the following days, Freya embraced this liberated mindset.

She devoted most of her hours to examining the materials Hugh had provided.

Had Melinda not called, she might have remained in Alerith until her divorce papers

arrived.

Seeing Melinda’s name flashed on her screen, Freya initially wanted to disregard it. Yet when the device rang again, she reluctantly answered.

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Melinda began, “Hello, Freya.”

“Melinda.”

“Could you come to Jeucwell?” Melinda asked, her tone carrying layers of emotion she rarely revealed, aware of Freya’s previous visit. “Lionel collapsed from fury after discovering the terrible actions Kristian took against you. He’s currently under medical care.”

Freya clutched her phone with heightened tension.

Lionel had consistently shown her exceptional kindness, surpassing even her biological grandfather’s affection.

“I’ll come,” she conceded.

After ending the call, she notified Frederick and Ethel.

Ethel listened with concern and inquired, “May I accompany you?”

“I need to address those matters alone,” Freya explained gently to her sister. “Once your break begins, whenever you wish to see jeucwell, I’ll show your around the city,”

Ethel urged, “Please call if anything happens. Don’t shoulder everything yourself.”

“I will,” Freya agreed with a nod.

“Mina!” Ethel called out again.

“Yes?”

“You can confide everything in me,” Ethel emphasized.

Freya paused, contemplating her sister’s words.

She approached Ethel, affectionately tousled her hair, and offered a gentle smile. “I’m heading out now.”

Ethel insisted on driving her to the airport, a gesture Freya accepted.

By the time her plane touched down in Jeucwell, afternoon had progressed to three o’clock.

Freya secured transportation and called Melinda for the hospital’s location.

Upon her arrival, she discovered Lionel had been transferred to a regular room and had regained consciousness, though his complexion appeared ashen and his usual vitality diminished.

“Freya?” Melinda spotted her immediately.

Freya carried a package containing fruits and nutritional supplements that Lionel favored.

After setting her offerings aside, she greeted everyone present. The room held only four occupants: herself,

Melinda, Lionel, and Kristian.

Kristian slouched in his dark attire, his impeccably tailored black suit contrasting sharply with his dejected demeanor. The vivid red handprint marking his cheek stood out prominently against his pallor. Had Lionel struck him in anger?

“Freya, come closer.” Lionel’s entire countenance brightened visibly upon seeing her.

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Freya approached his bedside.

She harbored genuine concern for the elderly gentleman. Throughout these past two years, she had discovered in Lionel a fascinating individual–erudite yet refreshingly progressive in his thinking.

Their relationship had evolved into something authentically resembling that of grandfather and granddaughter.

“I’ve been informed of everything that transpired.” Lionel clasped her hand his eyes brimming with remorse as he confessed, “My family has grievously wronged you. I bear responsibility for failing to raise my grandson

properly.”

“The fault lies entirely with him,” Freya reassured Lionel, her tone deliberately gentle. “Neither you nor other

family members of his shares any blame in this.”

Kristian glanced over at her words. Was she emphasizing this deliberately for his benefit?

Lionel’s internal conflict intensified, his guilt toward Freya deepening with each passing moment.

She was such an extraordinary woman. How could Kristian fail to treasure her presence in his life?

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“Rest assured, as long as I draw breath, that woman will never enter marry him,” Lionel declared with grave certainty. “Should he dare to go against my will, I shall end my life before him.”

“Grandpa!” Kristian’s expression revealed his dismay at the declaration.

Lionel refused even to acknowledge Kristian; his fury toward his grandson remained unabated.

Freya recoiled at Lionel’s pronouncement, hastening to calm him. “Lionel, that approach would be most counterproductive.”

“Have you a superior alternative?” Lionel inquired.

“Indeed I do,” Freya affirmed.

“Please elaborate,” Lionel encouraged.

Freya continued thoughtfully, “You should embrace life with complete vitality–that would constitute the greatest deterrent possible.”

“Truly?” Lionel questioned. –

“Absolutely.” Freya cajoled him, determined to prevent his distress, “If I couldn’t secure approval from my beloved’s family, I would be utterly terrified. The mere mention of their name would send me into anxious

trembling.”