She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 843:

Kristian followed Freya’s guidance like a ship heeding its lighthouse.

“When did you start mimicking Freya’s playing style?” Lionel asked, eyebrows arched in suspicion. “Have you been practicing with her in Alerith all this time?”

“I knew you missed her,” Kristian replied smoothly, “so I studied her approach. Thought I’d play in her place, keep you company in her stead.”

“Hmph,” Lionel huffed, though his tone had softened into something resembling affection. “Had you listened to me back then, you wouldn’t be picking up broken pieces now. Foolish.”

“You’re right,” Kristian agreed, his tone respectful.

Lionel shot him a glare.

Once, he could scold Kristian and vent his anger, but now the young man’s placid replies turned every sharp word into a boomerang.

It only made Lionel more exasperated.

played two

tone wavered with unspoken

“Yes.”

not afraid

Kristian said without hesitation. “No matter how many hurdles lie ahead, I’ll

rhythm of his days had faltered. “She was a treasure,” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “And you drove her

by his side always. And Kristian, as his grandson-in-law, would

were

fate had written a

“Kristian.”

beyond the board, seeing instead the memory of Freya—her laughter, her quiet presence, the games they used to share.

Kristian froze.

felt her breath catch in

voice quivered, each word tinged with age and regret. “She was… such

a sudden urge to book a ticket