She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 689:

“Ms. Briggs, if there’s nothing else, I’ll need that medical consent form,” Lawrence said. “You can go after that—I need to return to my patient.”

Freya dropped her gaze, pulling herself together. When she lifted her eyes again, they were calm.

She handed over the form, her voice even. “Let me know when his condition stabilizes.”

“He said he doesn’t want you involved,” Lawrence answered, his tone professional.

Freya met his gaze head-on. “One update, ten million.”

“I’m not that kind of guy.”

“A hundred million.”

“Deal.” Lawrence gave a cool smile. “Since you’re just asking about my patient’s condition, and not trying to interfere… ask away.”

Freya nodded and turned to leave.

Lawrence called after her, “If you’ve got questions, just ask. I’ll give you the full picture.”

For the right price, he would do anything.

Freya climbed into her car and drove off without looking back.

By the time she got home, midnight had crept in. She didn’t head straight to bed. Instead, she pulled up Kristian’s phone records. Even after hearing his voice, a part of her still wondered—had Lawrence manipulated something?

She checked the exact time she’d been blocked. Just after six in the evening. Lawrence had contacted her close to seven.

That meant he was telling the truth. Kristian had done it himself.

A pressure settled in her chest.

The words from Kristian echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain.

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Logically, she should’ve felt relieved. Kristian had said his piece. They were done. But instead of relief, she felt heavy—burdened by emotions too tangled to name.

Freya sank onto the sofa, rubbing her brow.

Lost in the whirlwind of it all, she made up her mind.

She wouldn’t walk away until Kristian was truly out of danger. She had to help him settle things with Lawrence.

Only then—only when all debts were cleared—could she step away in peace.

With her thoughts set, she rose to get ready for bed. Until Kristian recovered fully, he was safe in Lawrence’s hands. Even if something unexpected came up, Lawrence would manage it.

Her role now was to steady the company. In Jeucwell, Isaac was holding things down. But in Alerith, Gerard was struggling to maintain control.

She saw this as a small repayment—for the life Kristian had once risked to save her.

While Freya was sorting through her thoughts, Lawrence was having a rougher night.

With the consent form in hand, he headed straight for his private facility, irritation simmering the whole drive.

Kristian always knew how to stir up a mess. If he couldn’t milk some profit off Freya because of this, he’d have gladly dragged Kristian out and smacked some sense into him.

“Mr. Hayes, what do we do about Kristian?” his assistant asked, hands on the wheel.

“Let him recover first,” Lawrence grumbled, clearly sour about the whole arrangement. “And keep this under wraps. No leaks.”

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