She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 643:

Freya considered kicking her out, but since Natasha wasn’t actively doing anything, she decided to let it slide for now.noveldrama

Meanwhile, Kristian had been anxiously waiting for Brendan’s call, from dusk to the break of dawn.

He hadn’t dared to let his guard down for even a second. Just when he started suspecting that something was wrong with his phone, Gerard arrived with Frederick in tow.

The moment Kristian saw him, he knew it had been arranged by Freya. He didn’t object and let Frederick in.

“Mr. Shaw, that man will likely be reaching out to you soon,” Frederick said, carrying a laptop with him. Despite his youthful looks, his demeanor was steady. “No matter what you receive, please remain calm and rational.”

“Is Freya in danger?” Kristian asked, picking up on the implications.

Sticking to Freya’s earlier instructions, Frederick answered evenly, “No.”

Kristian didn’t buy it. If she wasn’t in danger, why would she send Frederick to babysit him?

As the conversation lingered in the air, Kristian’s phone lit up. He assumed it was some junk notification and almost dismissed it, but then realized it was an email.

A sudden wave of dread hit him like a punch to the gut. He opened it and clicked on the video attachment.

The second the footage loaded, his chest tightened—Freya was in a basement, hands bound.

Forcing down his panic, he passed the phone to Frederick. “This is what you call not being in danger?”

“Freya’s not afraid of snakes,” Frederick replied evenly. “Chances are, the video cuts off because she’s already killed every one of them.”

Kristian’s jaw clenched. He said nothing.

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Just as he was about to ask where Freya was being held, a call came through—an unknown number.

He glanced at Frederick, then picked it up and put it on speaker.

“Kristian, did you enjoy the video I sent?” The voice on the other end was distorted—unrecognizable, run through a voice changer.

Kristian’s eyes darkened. “Who are you?”

“I am isn’t important. What matters is that if you want Freya and her baby safe, you’ll do exactly as I say,” Brendan drawled, his tone laced with something that urged deeper reflection. “Your child will be the first to go.”

“What child?” Kristian kept his cool when it mattered most.

Hearing the question, Frederick exhaled in relief.

They hadn’t been exposed.

“You should be thanking me.” Brendan felt a wave of reassurance wash over him the moment he confirmed that Kristian was genuinely unaware of Freya’s pregnancy. “If I hadn’t planned something on your grandfather’s birthday, you wouldn’t even have a child on the way.”

Kristian said nothing.

The well-timed silence made the caller believe he was processing the truth.

“If you don’t believe me, check your email. There’s a pregnancy report attached. After that, you can decide if you want to follow my instructions.”

And with that, the call ended.

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