She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 681:

He chose to hold his tongue, suddenly feeling like he’d been pegged as someone obsessed with money.

“Kristian still owes me a deal,” Lawrence said, refusing her offer. He didn’t want Kristian laughing at him when he eventually regained consciousness. “So for that reason, I’ll see to it he recovers. Just leave it to me.”

“But,” Freya hesitated before continuing, “I can’t make that call.” Something so significant couldn’t be handled without Kristian’s family’s knowledge.

If the treatment only took a few days or even a couple of months, that would be one thing—but if it stretched on for half a year or longer, they had to be told.

“If he makes it through the next forty-eight hours, I’ll speak with his family,” Freya declared, “and ask for their opinion.”

Lawrence didn’t respond.

He pulled out a family consent form and handed it to her. “Once you’ve spoken with them, have someone sign this.”

“All right,” Freya said, taking it from him.

two days, Freya remained at

mark drew near, her nerves frayed; her palms were slick with

brutal—each minute dragging out like

the dread written all over

her out of

turned to him. “How is

he won’t be a vegetable,” Lawrence said, his tone far more serious than before. “The bad

hub for

hammer had struck her chest; her heart clenched

family consent form signed. Once he’s conscious, I’ll transfer him to my own facility. The

“Okay,” Freya nodded.

eyebrow. “If you don’t

see

Lawrence granted her permission.

into