She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 681:

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.”noveldrama

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?”

“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 a number of complications—including, but not limited to, what Jacob mentioned earlier.”

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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 conscious, I’ll transfer him to my own facility. The equipment there is better suited for his treatment.”

“Okay,” Freya nodded.

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.

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