She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 676:

“Alright,” Lawrence said after a pause. “As long as you get Jacob to treat him, I’ll agree to anything.” He believed K wouldn’t trick him.

“Address?”

“I’ve emailed it to you. You’ve got twelve hours to get there, or it’s too late.”

“Okay.”

Freya ended the call.

Once she saw that the address was in Alerith, she grabbed her keys and headed out, calling Jacob as she drove.

When he saw her name, Jacob picked up with a lazy, half-asleep drawl, “Mina.”

“Where are you?”

“Alerith.”

“Help me save someone.”

“Alright.”

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After hanging up, Freya sent him the address and sped off to pick him up.

She kept the windows down during the drive.

The biting wind snapped at her skin, keeping her focused, reminding her how easily composure could slip in a crisis.

Normally, if Kristian had a fever, she’d have known something was wrong—especially if he’d been shot. But this time, she’d missed it completely.

No wonder he’d kept pushing her to leave, insisting he had things to do. Freya couldn’t quite untangle her feelings—guilt, remorse, worry—all tangled in her chest.

She understood why he’d done it, why he’d hidden it from her. But to her, none of it had been worth his life.

She’d already forgiven him.

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With that storm of emotions tightening in her chest, she pressed harder on the gas, picked Jacob up, and drove toward the location Lawrence had given.

Jacob was striking in his own way—or more precisely, he was a lethargic-looking heartthrob.

With messy hair and a sideways glance, he asked, “Who got hurt?”

“Kristian Shaw.” Freya didn’t bother hiding it.

Jacob blinked, momentarily thrown off.

Kristian Shaw?

He searched his memory until the name clicked. “Your ex-husband?”

“Yes.”

“Standard fee—he pays.”

“Lawrence Haynes pays,” Freya replied smoothly.

Jacob, remembering the deluge of calls earlier, connected the dots and nodded. “Fine.”

He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the side compartment and, after asking for a few details, jotted everything down. Besides the favor Lawrence owed Freya, Jacob demanded a billion dollars.

They pulled up outside Lawrence’s private hospital.

Jacob, holding the paper loosely between his fingers, handed it over. “Take a look. See if anything’s missing.”

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