She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 682:

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 her. It all replayed in her mind like a vivid reel of yesterday.

Only now did she truly grasp that, in the grand scheme of things, nothing mattered more than life and death.

At three in the afternoon, the plane landed.

Freya exited the airport, intending to go straight to the Shaw estate. But the thought of Lionel’s age and Melinda’s gentle nature made her pause.

Breaking the news bluntly might be too much for them to bear.

With that in mind, she hailed a taxi away from the airport first. Once inside the cab, she messaged Isaac—worried that if she called, Melinda might overhear.

Freya wrote, “Are you free now?”

Isaac replied, “Yes.”

Freya continued, “There’s something I’d like to speak to you about privately.”

Isaac hesitated, casting a glance at Melinda, who sat watching TV beside Lionel.

“Why are you looking at us like that?” Lionel barked impatiently. “Can’t you find something better to do than gawking at your wife all day?”

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Isaac sighed.

Maybe it was time for Kristian to return—so he could stop getting scolded all the time, even as a grown man with a child.

“You’re right.”

“Well, since you know I’m right, go out and make more money,” Lionel snapped, not missing a beat. “You just sit around reading the paper all day, doing absolutely nothing!”

Isaac was utterly speechless.

His mind kept looping back to how Kristian always reacted whenever he was reprimanded.

Every time, without fail, Kristian would change the subject, sidestep the confrontation with the subtlety of a seasoned diplomat.

Then, wordlessly, Isaac set the newspaper on the side table, rose from his seat, and said, “Let me get you some fruit.”noveldrama

“Get out of here,” Lionel said dismissively.

Without protest, Isaac turned and walked off, phone in hand.

He stepped into the backyard and dialed Freya’s number. His voice, as ever, was calm and composed, laced with quiet authority. “Hello, Freya.”

“Hello, Isaac.”

“I’m alone right now. Melinda’s not with me.”

Isaac had always treated Freya with kindness.

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