She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 687:

“It’s too early to tell. We won’t be able to run a full assessment until his external injuries have healed.” He didn’t sugarcoat it.

Freya told him she’d be there as soon as she could, then ended the call. By the time she landed, it was already past nine.

She headed straight to the hospital where Kristian was being treated, hoping Lawrence could get him transferred to his own facility right away.

But when she got there, Kristian’s room was empty. Her stomach dropped. She checked every room in the ward, but found no trace of him.

Panic rising, she pulled out her phone and called Lawrence.

She heard the ringtone echoing faintly down the corridor.

As she followed the sound, Lawrence appeared at the end of the hallway, casually dressed, a faint smile on his lips. “Ms. Briggs, over here.”

“Where’s Kristian?” Freya asked sharply.

“He’s already been transferred. He should be arriving at my facility shortly,” Lawrence said, unbothered.

Freya’s brows drew together. She didn’t buy it. “Then why are you still here?”

He smiled. “Had to wait on the family consent form. And—” He paused, his eyes shifting, a shadow of something else flickering behind them.

Freya didn’t budge. “And what?”

“I’ve got a message for you. From Kristian,” Lawrence said slowly.

Freya didn’t respond, but she didn’t look away either.

Something told her this wouldn’t be easy to hear.

Or worse, that she wouldn’t be able to accept it.

𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝒸𝗈𝗺, 𝓶𝗈𝗋𝑒 𝓬𝒉𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗈𝗇

“He wanted me to tell you—it’s all settled between the two of you,” Lawrence said, hands shoved in his pockets. “All the misunderstandings, the broken trust, whatever debt he owed you—he’s repaid it with his life.”

“That’s not possible. He’d never say that,” Freya answered instantly. Kristian might’ve hurt her, but she knew his pride. A man like him wouldn’t say something like that. If he did, he wouldn’t be Kristian.

“He said it. Why is that so hard to believe?” Lawrence replied lightly, almost mocking.

Freya’s expression didn’t falter. “Let me see him. I want to hear it from him myself.”

She had every reason to believe Lawrence was just trying to keep her out of the picture for his own benefit. She couldn’t afford to risk Kristian waking up only to be manipulated by him again.

But Lawrence just kept playing his part. “He doesn’t want to see you. How else would you hear it?”

“And how exactly do you know he doesn’t want to see me?” Freya shot back.

“The way he’s shut you out completely? That alone should tell you he doesn’t want to see you.” Lawrence shifted his tone, more matter-of-fact now. “When he finally came to this afternoon, he told me to pass along that message. From here on out, you two should be like strangers—no contact, no interference.”

Freya couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

Still, she unlocked her phone and typed out a message to Kristian, only to discover she was already blocked.

A flicker of disbelief crossed her face. What was happening?noveldrama

Perplexed, she tried to call him, but the line wouldn’t connect—blocked there, too.

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