She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 334:

This was a conversation that needed to happen.

It was half-past eight when Hugh finally placed his fork down, signaling the end of the meal.

Freya had eaten, but she hadn’t done much else. With the cook off for the day, it seemed only right that she help clean up.

But before she could move, Hugh rose, taking the dishes from the table. “You and Sheila go watch TV. I’ll take care of this,” Hugh insisted.

Freya didn’t argue. He was determined, and she let him have his way. On the sofa, Ethel nibbled on fruit, her eyes narrowing with curiosity as she glanced at Freya. “Mina, what’s the secret between you and Dad that I don’t know? Don’t just brush me off with ‘you’re still young’; I’m almost twenty, you know.”

“I’ll tell you later,” Freya responded, a faint smile curving her lips. The two of them sat together on the sofa—one engrossed in the TV, the other quietly contemplating the conversation yet to come.

Fifteen minutes later, Hugh returned, having finished cleaning up. He settled onto a single sofa and turned to Freya, his voice gentle. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m going to send Edwin Newman to prison,” Freya said bluntly, her words coming out like a calm declaration. “If everything goes as planned, he’ll be sentenced to ten to twenty years.”

Ethel exchanged looks of surprise, then both

frowned. Wasn’t this something

however you need to,” Hugh reassured her,

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“Anything else?”

“No.”

Hugh replied

conversation meandered on, brief

sighed, observing

talk in the business world, seemed at a

party in Jeucwell on the 15th?” Ethel probed, trying

figured out

his gaze flicking toward

you looking at Mina when I asked

flustered. Ethel