She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 684:

“Sit,” Isaac said, already easing into the seat across from her.

Freya pressed her lips together, and as she sat down, finally managed to greet him.

“Don’t be so nervous.” Isaac’s voice was soft, reassuring. “What happened to Kristian?”

Freya opened her mouth to explain but instead handed over the medical file she’d received from Lawrence. “Please look at this first. Kristian just had surgery and hasn’t woken up yet. His condition… isn’t good.”

Isaac’s heart gave a subtle jolt, but his hand remained steady as he took the file.

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“So, when he wakes up, there’s a chance he might be paralyzed or… become even more impaired?” Isaac’s gaze flickered as he read, but he recovered swiftly, his voice almost teasing.

Freya didn’t soften the truth. “Yes.”

Isaac kept flipping through the file.

With every page, the weight in his chest grew heavier.

But outwardly, he was all business—methodical, detached, like he was reviewing a stack of reports.

When he reached the final page, Freya spoke up. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Kristian ended up like this because he took a bullet for me.” She didn’t sugarcoat it. “He was hurt protecting me. I feel responsible.”

Isaac paused, and for a moment, a flicker of real emotion passed through him. “A bullet?”

Freya recounted everything—Brendan’s trap, how Kristian had shielded her and taken the shot, laying out all the crucial facts.

Lawrence had shown her the wound. Given its location and timing—if Kristian hadn’t stepped in, there was a ninety percent chance she would have been hit.

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Looking back now, it was clear: Brendan had aimed for her.

He wanted Kristian to suffer just as he had.

Isaac listened in silence. When Freya finished, he gave her a small, reassuring smile, just like always. “Don’t take all the blame. He made his choice—to protect someone he cares about. That’s something to be proud of.”

Her guilt was etched all over her.

“You need my signature, right?” Isaac had already spotted the consent form she was holding.

Caught slightly off guard, Freya handed it over. “Yes.”

Isaac opened it, gave it a quick once-over, borrowed a pen from the café owner, and signed with practiced ease.

He handed the form back without the slightest change in tone. “Focus on his recovery. I’ll hide it from Melinda and my dad.”

“Okay.” Freya felt the guilt settle even deeper.

“Freya.” Isaac spoke her name gently.

She looked up, her eyes shadowed with guilt and a storm of unspoken thoughts.

His smile was calm and kind. “Don’t carry this alone. It’s not your burden to bear. If you’re alright, he’ll be alright too.”

She had so much to say, but the words wouldn’t come.

“You should head back,” Isaac said, placing the consent form in her hand. “Don’t waste any more time.”

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