She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 666:

Lawrence kept up his easy smile, though he rolled his eyes at Kristian inwardly.

“I was wrong. It was he who saved her.”

“You should head back, Freya,” Kristian said. A sudden wave of dizziness overtook him, his vision beginning to blur, a sharp ringing rising in his ears. “I’ll reach out once I’m better. He still needs a favor from me—he won’t just leave me to die.” He nudged Lawrence with his elbow.

Though uncertain of Kristian’s angle, Lawrence still played along.

“He’s telling the truth.”

“You’re really not coming with me?”

“I’ve got other things to handle.” In that moment, Freya caught the distance in Kristian’s gaze.

She wanted to drag him into the car herself, take him to the hospital, but given everything between them, she knew she couldn’t force it.

He was adamant, and she couldn’t push further.

Arguing now would only delay Lawrence from getting him the help he needed.

So, she gave in. “Call me if anything comes up. And don’t go trusting Lawrence too easily—he’s quite sly.”

“Alright.” Kristian could barely keep himself upright. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Freya gave a small nod, followed by a quiet grunt of acknowledgment. She hesitated, lingered for a moment, then finally turned and walked away.

Though Lawrence specialized in psychiatry, he had strong connections in the medical world. Kristian’s fever was burning dangerously high, but he could still be saved.

“Your ex-wife’s quite the character,” Lawrence remarked, slipping his hand back into his pocket. “She’s got no issue insulting me to my face.”

“Mm,” Kristian murmured indifferently, his eyes following Freya until she vanished from view.

Lawrence let out a laugh, about to make a snide comment. “You really—”

𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 𝔤𝓪𝗅ⲛ𝓞ⱱ𝖊𝗅𝓈﹒𝖼𝗈𝗆

But before he could finish, Kristian’s body gave out.

“Kristian!” Lawrence caught him just in time.noveldrama

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he felt something wet where he held him. The mention of a gunshot from earlier flashed in his mind.

An uneasy feeling surged through him.

He pulled his hand back and found it stained with blood.

A quick glance at the deck showed small, scattered drops where Kristian had been standing.

Lawrence muttered under his breath, teeth clenched, “You really know how to cause me trouble, do you? No wonder you were so desperate to get her out of here.”

He had thought Kristian was just being considerate, sticking to their original deal. But now, he realized—Kristian had been bluffing to get Freya to leave.

Lawrence frowned, took out his phone, and made a call.

Kristian was soon taken away.

Meanwhile, on Freya’s side, she refused the people Lawrence had arranged to escort her. She was about to borrow a phone to call Ellis when she saw a familiar car pull up, headlights cutting through the fading light.

Ellis stepped out, his face tight with worry.

He walked up to her, his eyes sweeping over her quickly. “Are you hurt?”

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