She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 1101:

They both nodded faintly.

But tension tightened in Gerard’s chest. Lying to Kristian’s parents gnawed at him. He had parents too. If something ever happened to him, he wouldn’t want his parents to know either. Bad news only added more people to the list of worriers—without changing the outcome. It was easier to carry the weight alone.

After the meeting, Gerard returned to the office to grab the fake report. Melinda watched him go, unease settling in her heart.

“Is Kristian really alright?”

“There’s no way he’s completely fine,” Isaac answered, part honesty, part comfort—he always knew how to reassure her. “But don’t overthink it. He’s an adult. He knows how to handle things.”

“I still can’t stop worrying…” Melinda murmured, unable to shake it off.

“I’ll speak to him tonight,” Isaac said, sticking to his usual hands-off approach. “If anything’s off, I’ll tell you. Alright?” Melinda didn’t have a better option, so she agreed.

No one knew a son like his mother. Even though Melinda and Kristian rarely spoke now that he was grown, she could still sense that Kristian hadn’t been himself these past couple of months.

update and passed along the falsified report to Kristian’s parents as planned. Kristian replied to his message and left it at that. For one simple reason: Lawrence

pill a day,” Lawrence said, handing him the bottle. “When you run out, come to me. And if you

“You can go now.”

“Don’t forget your meds.”

𝒇𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓱𝒆𝓭 𝒕𝓱𝓮𝓷𝒏𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓿𝒆𝓼 𝑔𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝓬𝓸𝓂

Kristian didn’t answer.

out, Kristian picked up his phone and made a call—asking someone to dig into Jacob’s whereabouts. He needed leverage. He couldn’t let Lawrence dangle

and they’d expect you to keep giving.

Ms. Briggs,” Gerard suggested, aware of Jacob’s ties to Freya. The second he

him down. He wouldn’t bother

remembered that hacker he hadn’t contacted in

typed up a message, sending it to the one person who only ever communicated by email. He said

patient? That was Lawrence,

the email just as she was

driver’s seat, engine idling in the parking garage, when

wanted a real break—to live a normal