She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 679:

After a long silence, he finally turned and asked, “What’s your relationship with Jacob?”

“We’re friends,” Freya answered calmly.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Then why’d he bring you here?” Lawrence’s chest tightened, though he kept his face neutral, as if they were chatting about the weather. At this hour, a man and woman alone—who would buy the ‘just friends’ story?

Especially when that man was Jacob, known for keeping everyone at arm’s length. If she weren’t important to him, there’s no way they’d be together this late.noveldrama

That could only mean that when K reached out to Jacob, he had already been with Freya.

Freya looked puzzled by the sudden interrogation.

Lawrence, however, misread her silence. A faint smile curved his lips, and he kept his tone gentle. “Ms. Briggs, you sure move on fast. Barely two months since the divorce, and you’ve already found someone you fancy?”

“What do you mean, someone I fancy?” Freya asked, her mind still anchored to the operating room.

Lawrence didn’t push further, though something flickered in his eyes. If it weren’t for the voice of reason—and a few painful lessons—he might’ve said something he’d regret.

Time dragged on.

An hour passed. Then two. Still, the operating room door stayed shut. Freya started to worry that Kristian’s condition was worse than she’d thought.

Again, neither of them spoke. Each lost in their own thoughts.

At four in the morning, the door finally opened, and Jacob stepped out. Freya sprang to her feet, while Lawrence merely cast a glance in his direction.

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“How is he?” Freya asked.

“Not good. The bullet’s out, and the bleeding’s stopped,” Jacob answered plainly. “But his central nervous system took a serious hit. Whether he wakes up in the next forty-eight hours will tell us a lot.”

“How could it get this bad?” Freya’s heart sank.

“He probably had a previous high fever before this one,” Jacob explained without softening the blow. “The first fever never fully subsided. Add that to severe blood loss and a gunshot wound—it’s a miracle he’s alive at all.”

If that bullet had landed even slightly off, Kristian might’ve died on the spot.

Freya stood frozen.

Jacob went on, “Even if he wakes up, he could have trouble speaking, sensory damage, or partial paralysis. His nervous system took a hit.” The words felt like lead in Freya’s chest.

She didn’t know what she’d do if those possibilities became reality.

“We’ll monitor him for now,” Jacob said calmly. “Maybe he’ll get lucky.”

Kristian was moved to the ICU.

To give him the best shot at recovery, Jacob advised against any visits.

Freya stood outside his room, staring through the observation window at the machines surrounding him, her chest tight with unspoken emotion.

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