She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Seeking Hugh's Blessing To Marr...

Kristian was meant to be at his branch office today, wasn't he? So what in the world was he doing at her hom now?

The question gnawed at Freya, growing more insistent with each passing minute. Finally, with a sigh, sh picked up her phone and dialed Hugh's number.

She needed answers. If Kristian's presence was just another mundane business matter, she could dismiss it and not bother heading home. But if it was personal-if it concerned her directly-she would return right away.

The phone rang just as Hugh was in the middle of a discussion with Kristian. Seeing Freya's name flash on the screen, he excused himself and answered the call with a sense of urgency.

But before Hugh could even utter a hello, Freya's anxious voice cut through. "Pretend you're getting a call from your secretary about some urgent work matter."

"What's going on?" Hugh asked, his voice dipping into a carefully moderated business-like tone.

Freya exhaled a silent breath of relief at his quick understanding.

She dove right into the heart of her query, her words clipped with tension. "Is Kristian there with you?"

"Yes," Hugh answered, his voice a mask of neutrality.

He made sure not to even flicker his eyes towards Kristian, fully aware of the young man's sharp perceptiveness.

"Find an excuse to step out onto the balcony. I have some important questions," Freya instructed, her voice steady and clear.

Hugh turned back to Kristian with a practiced ease born of years navigating the tricky waters of business politics. "I need to handle something quickly. Do you mind waiting here for a moment?"

"Go ahead," Kristian responded, his voice smooth and unsuspecting.

Hugh strolled over, composed and collected, giving nothing away.

After he slid the door shut with a soft click, he let out a deep breath, his thoughts swirling with concern for his beloved daughter. "I'm on the balcony now," he murmured into the phone.

"Sheila mentioned Kristian brought quite a few things?" Freya's voice crackled through the speaker, tinged with curiosity.

"Yes." Hugh paused, the word hanging heavily in the air.

prodded further. "And

considerable value," he admitted

would he bring those?" Freya pressed, her confusion evident even

silence stretched out as he grappled with the decision to divulge the full extent of

could already see it-the truth was

her patience a

found the courage to explain, his voice dropping to a confessional whisper. "He... he came to seel my blessing to marry

was a sharp intake of breath-she was utterly

it." Hugh hurried to reassure her, his words quick and firm, as if to ward off any misinterpretations she might harbor. "I'll see to it that everything he brought is sent back." "You go ahead and keep talking to him. I'll be back," Freya said, frowning as her mind raced

it

twitching

the call ended, he slowly made his way back to the study. Kristian was

circling back to the remark he had made earlier. He reminded him

countered, his voice carrying a regal resonance. "I should have come

Hugh's lips at Kristian's admission. Where did

chance with her," Hugh declared, his tone resolute and devoid of humor. "I'm aware of

remarked, his demeanor showing a marked improvement from before. "You have my

shot back, his voice firm. “You can't go back and pretend it never happened, Kristian. A man has to live with the choices he's made. You've already divorced her-it's time

steady. "Everyone's made choices they wish they could

darkening as old memories clawed their way to the

his voice calm but insistent, "Some mistakes are irreparable, but this

interjected sharply, her voice cutting through the tense

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onto her, his eyes simmering

was morally questionable, couldn't shake the suspicion that Kristian

her voice echoing with resolve. "Ever since you abandoned my sister

idea of exes disrupting present happiness grated on

was mistaken," Kristian admitted,

expression soured, his dislike for

yet her eyes blazed with

uneasy silence until Ethel, driven by a sudden impulse, queried, "Do you genuinely wish

her line of questioning. What on earth was