My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 210 Gratitude Expressed Publicly

After her late-night meal, Freya returned to her room and freshened up before finally lying down on her

bed.

Perhaps it was due to her long absence from the funeral parlor, but she felt uneasy today.

Gently caressing her abdomen, Freya couldn’t tell if it was due to her work or her current physical condition that caused her discomfort,

“Baby, both you and Mommy have had a tough day. You must grow up strong and healthy,” Freya murmured softly to her unborn child.

The next day.

Freya slept in until half-past ten in the morning. After getting up and freshening herself, she went downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, Freya lounged restlessly on the sofa, feeling rather bored.

She thought about visiting Wilson and Amy, but she hesitated. The couple had just lost their only son and needed the support of their close family. As a friend, Freya worried that her presence might be more of a burden than a solace.

She decided to send a message to Radley. ‘Did you visit Wilson after leaving my place yesterday?”

Within three seconds, Radley replied. ‘Yes, I did. Wilson mentioned that Pearson’s funeral will take place in Iternia. He wanted to invite both of us, but considering your health, I decided against it.

Freya sighed. “I understand.

Just as she put her phone down, a new message notification popped up.

‘Do you have time today? Aren’t you planning to thank me for helping to confront Stella?”

Freya stared at the message for a while before typing. Yes.

They agreed to meet at two-thirty in the afternoon.

After confirming the plans, Freya checked the group chat for “Striving for Humanity’s Reproduction!”

Since announcing the interview location, everyone had responded, and the interview was just a few days

away.

trip soon, and Freya planned to ask her to stay

after having lunch. By one o’clock, she got up again

as her car left the Kaufmann Residence, it

taken aback, looking at the crowd

nobody had bothered her.

window, and the reporters

a public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia royal family

and left speechless. She had no clue about any of

your

only a few reporters. Freya could still manage the situation, but with so many of them surrounding her car and numerous photographers present,

I can’t grant interviews. As for what you mentioned, it’s just part

few moments. “It’ll only take a few minutes of your

helplessly at the reporters behind him. I don’t have much time for all of you. I have urgent matters

Freya drove toward the Monaghan Group. Once

was a prominent Duke from Iternia, and all she did was prepare Pearson’s remains, yet she never expected such

various news reports,

consistently advocated for the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this line of work in the public’s perception, and she had been. working hard to correct

were many taboos-it was forbidden to say farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya

news, Freya finally got out of the

“I’m here.”

“I’ll be right down to pick you

from the

him.

“Where’s Connor?”

today, but he didn’t,” Radley replied

her tongue. “Connor

smile appeared on Radley’s composed face as

“Let’s take my car.”

“Alright.”

Freya to a bustling commercial

bring me here?” Freya

me to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya. “Since

slightly, her words momentarily