She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Her Parents Had Never Loved Each…

Freya was oblivious to what had unfolded between Hugh and Ethel.

After dropping Freya and Kristian off, Gerard had left, leaving only the two alone in the living room.

Freya glanced at Kristian, who hadn’t uttered a single word since their arrival. She had no intention of breaking the silence herself. Her visit today was simply to make it easier to coordinate with Ethel when she arrived later.

Originally, Freya had planned to have someone deliver the items, but after trying the door and finding it locked, she had given up. Besides, that time of day wasn’t ideal for deliveries anyway.

“Have you thought it through?” Kristian suddenly shattered the silence,

Freya looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Getting remarried.”

Freya felt at a loss for words.

(She had no desire to engage in conversation with him.

Kristian rose to his feet and approached her. His tall frame towered over her, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole. He leaned in just enough for his words to feel close, almost too close. “If you have any concerns, feel free to share them. As long as you agree to remarry me, I’ll transfer all my assets into your name.” “That’s unnecessary.” Freya dismissed him without hesitation.

Once trust was broken, it was as if trying to mend shattered glass. No matter the effort, it would never be whole again.

Freya’s trust in Kristian had long since vanished, irreparably lost.

Kristian opened his mouth as if to say something more, but the icy distance radiating from Freya stopped him

cold.

There was something about her today, something different from the usual.

As he contemplated this, a knock came at the door.

Freya checked the time and knew it was Ethel. She didn’t rush to answer.

Knowing Kristian’s nature, if she got up to answer the door now, he’d probably think it was Melvin or Trent- and might even refuse to open it.

Kristian, in fact, thought as much.

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Chapter 155 Her Parents Had Never Loved Each Other

Yet, when he saw Freya make no move to answer the door, he assumed Gerard had returned.

When he opened it, Ethel stood in the doorway.

“Ms. Briggs?” Kristian murmured.

“I’m here to take my sister home,” Ethel said, her tone steady. She gestured to someone hidden behind the

door. “And to return the things you left at our house last time.”

As she spoke, a group of bodyguards and a driver emerged, carrying a lot of bags into the room.

Kristian was about to shut the door when Freya stepped forward, took the bags from the bodyguards and driver, and placed them in the living room.

Once she was done, she stepped back to the doorway, her tone as cool and detached as ever. “I trust that next time you’ll refrain from sending gifts so casually. We’re not close enough to accept such gifts.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked out with Ethel and the others.

Kristian’s gaze darkened as frustration crept in. He pulled out his phone, dialing Gerard’s number with a sense of urgency. “Find out what’s been going on with Freya these past couple of days.”

“She has been working these past two days,” Gerard replied, his voice calm and familiar with Freya’s schedule. “The only exception was lunch today with her father and a few others.”

“Who were they?”

“I believe one was her father’s partner,” Gerard replied.

Kristian muttered that he understood and hung up, his mind racing. Was Freya upset because of that?

He closed the door and returned to his study, his thoughts a storm.

As for Freya, she sank back into the rear seat of the car, closing her eyes to steal a moment of rest.

Though all she’d done was have lunch and shop with Ethel, she felt mentally drained.

She was so exhausted that she didn’t want to deal with anything.

Ethel noticed the shift in her sister’s demeanor and hesitated before speaking. “Mina?”

“Yes?”

“Are you unhappy?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Since we left the restaurant today, you’ve seemed… off. You’ve acted like your usual self, but I can tell.” Ethel gently took Freya’s hand, offering a silent comfort.

Freya smiled faintly and gave Ethel’s hand a reassuring pat. “I just miss Mom a little.”

From childhood, their parents had seemed to be deeply in love. In Freya’s memory, they’d never argued–not even raised their voices at each other.

But now, doubt crept in. Did her father ever truly love her mother?

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An hour later, the sisters arrived home.

When they stepped inside, Hugh was still sitting in the living room. Seeing them enter, he stood and called out, “Mina.”

Freya froze, her steps halting. Her aloofness returned in full force, her tone and posture cold and indifferent “What is it?”

“Can we talk?”

“Mina…” Ethel’s voice was filled with concern.

“You go upstairs first,” Freya said firmly.

There were things she didn’t want Ethel to hear. She would shoulder the burden of these uncomfortable matters herself. Ethel deserved a life where she could laugh freely, untouched by the world’s weight.

Ethel hesitated but eventually made her way upstairs. She didn’t want to make things harder for her sister.

Once Ethel was gone, only Freya and Hugh remained in the living room.

Outside, the night had already fallen. The lights inside were bright, but they did little to dispel the darkness that weighed on Freya’s heart.

Hugh opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed stuck, trapped by a heavy guilt.

“I have a question to ask you,” Freya said, breaking the silence.

Hugh looked at her, a mix of guilt and affection in his gaze. “Go ahead.”

“Did you and Mom ever truly love each other?” Freya’s eyes were fixed on him, unwavering, as if silently demanding the truth.