She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Can Anyone

Ever Take Mina's Place I...

"Are we still going for dinner later?" Gerard asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

In his view, Kristian, who had once deeply hurt Alan's cousin, should feel the weight of this dinner invitation like a trap set by fate. It could be akin to walking into the lion's den.

When Kristian finally spoke, his gaze was a turbulent sea of emotions, barely veiled beneath a calm exterior. "Why not?" he replied, his voice steady.

Despite knowing he was stepping into hostile territory, where Alan's grudge simmered just below the surface, Kristian had compelling reasons to face this ordeal.

Alan wasn't just anyone; he was a relative of Freya, the one person Kristian couldn't risk upsetting.

Half an hour later, Alan's secretary finalized the dinner arrangements and escorted Kristian to the restaurant.

Freya stood quietly by the doorway, her eyes following them as they disappeared into the distance.

As the day dwindled into evening, Freya's plans took an unexpected turn. Just as she was preparing to leave for home, her phone rang. It was Winslow Alvarez, her maternal grandfather, inviting her to visit.

Winslow, a man of profound influence and complex history, had always cast a long shadow over her life.

Ever since they were kids, he had shown nothing but kindness to both her and Ethel-always patient, always attentive, like a doting grandfather you'd see in storybooks. If she hadn't uncovered the truth-that he had once pressured her mother into a cold, loveless arranged marriage-she would have continued holding onto the image of him as a warm, gentle elder who meant no harm.

With a brief message to Ethel informing her of the change in plans, Freya was picked up by a driver sent personally by Winslow.

When she finally got there, the sky had already turned a deep shade of indigo-it was seven in the evening. Their evening unfolded in the familiar, intimate setting of Winslow's dining room, where history and present mingled over a quiet meal shared between just the two of them.

When the meal had ended, Winslow invited her for a stroll through the garden, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked at an unhurried pace.

Freya could tell he wasn't just out for fresh air-he had something on his mind.

As they wandered along, Winslow, well into his eighties, broke the silence, his voice gentle and infused with warmth. "I heard you've been away from Alerith these past two years, living in Jeucwell and getting married?" His eyes, crinkled at the corners, conveyed genuine curiosity and concern.

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Freya responded openly, her tone light and unguarded, "Yes, that's right."

"And how did he treat you?" Winslow inquired, his expression softening.

"Not bad," Freya replied succinctly.

"Not bad, yet you divorced him?" Winslow probed further, his eyebrows arching slightly.

"We just weren't a good match," Freya explained, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

path they walked was lined with softly swaying flowers, mirroring

Freya well enough to understand that she never took marriage lightly. He respected her privacy and didn't press further about her past. Instead, he

the other day," Winslow said as he walked beside her. "He mentioned he has a grandson who's the right age to settle down." His voice carried a hint of amusement. "According to him, the boy's not only ridiculously good-looking, but also comes from an excellent family and has a bright future

Her gaze shifted slightly as realization dawned-this was

Winslow remarked, turning his head to study

think? Are you open to

Freya replied, her tone

up

as much," Winslow responded with a gentle chuckle, his affection for her evident

a flicker of

more somber. "You know, if I were younger, I might have insisted you meet him.

coerced her mother into an arranged marriage all

softly, standing by the edge of a serene pond. His voice carried a

beat as she saw

her into that marriage with your father, maybe she would

clear in

was my mistake." His words hung

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final breath, he had been haunted by a relentless ache of regret,

the weight of age settled into his bones that he firfally understood- some things he once thought mattered, really didn't. Nothing compared

hesitation, unsure if her words would bring comfort or stir deeper pain. "She told Sheila and me one thing... She said we made her happy. Just

way of twisting unexpectedly, never following a straight line-each choice carving out a new

took was the right one, or

way of knowing whether Anita

world, she did so with a quiet peace-no bitterness, no regrets in

his sigh echoing a release of two years' worth of pent- up

yours might be planning to arrange a marriage for you soon,"

"Alright," Freya responded calmly.

wasn't particularly concerned

secrets or leverage against her, and the Briggs Group wasn't in a position

one could force

she would staunchly oppose such a

out, seeking her

replied, turning towards

always stand behind you. Just be

declared, his voice

failed Anita once and was resolute in his

repeat itself with Freya.

"Alright," she said with

ended up staying at

elsewhere-so drunk, in fact, that

Gerard and Toby sat rigidly, backs straight as boards, barely daring to breathe. Their eyes kept shifting toward the two men sprawled on the couch-now sitting shoulder to shoulder,

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