She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 680:

He had taken that bullet for her, hadn’t he?

The more she thought about it, the heavier her limbs felt, her legs weighted down as if they no longer belonged to her.

“It’s better if you don’t look,” Jacob said, now in clean clothes. “The hospital staff will keep an eye on him. You need to rest. If anything goes wrong, you’ll be the one who has to notify his family.”

“What’s the likelihood of him pulling through without any complications?” Freya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob didn’t sugarcoat the truth. “Less than one in a thousand.”

That single remark sent Freya spiraling into despair.

Less than one in a thousand… It meant Kristian might never wake again—or worse, survive with irreversible damage to his central nervous system.

The very thought was a bitter pill to swallow, even for her—let alone for his family.

They might lecture him often, but deep down, she knew they all held a genuine affection for him.

“You don’t have to be so anxious. Lawrence is one of the best in the field,” Jacob added, his tone more conversational than usual when speaking to her. “With his prior research, there’s a chance Kristian might actually make it.”

Freya said nothing. Lawrence had certainly made notable strides in both psychiatry and neurology.

But Kristian’s condition… she couldn’t help but worry.

Lawrence, who had been standing a short distance away, listened in silence. After letting out a heavy breath, he stepped forward. “Thanks for your help today. You two can head back now. I’ll take it from here.”

“Are you confident you can save him?” Freya asked.

“No.” His response was curt, almost cryptic. “But at the moment, you don’t really have any other option but to leave him in my hands.”

𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Freya remained silent.

He wasn’t wrong.

Now was the time for Lawrence to prove his worth—and frankly, no one else came close.noveldrama

Noticing the apprehension clouding her expression, Jacob spoke up on her behalf. “Be honest, Lawrence. How confident are you?”

Lawrence didn’t want to reply.

“If you tell the truth, the one billion we discussed could be halved,” Jacob remarked coldly, as though addressing a stranger.

Lawrence wanted to snap back, but given the amount was still significant, he answered, “Fifty percent. Though I can’t say how long the treatment will take.”

“Truly fifty percent?” Freya asked, seeking reassurance.

Lawrence gave a firm nod. “Yes.”

“As long as you can cure him, name your price,” Freya said earnestly, hoping more than anything that Kristian would recover. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“One billion dollars,” Lawrence said with a glance at Jacob, a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

Freya agreed without a second thought. “Okay.”

Lawrence was taken aback.

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