She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 719:

Kristian’s injuries had fully healed during that time, and he had regained consciousness.

Freya kept in contact with Lawrence about Kristian’s condition, but each time she asked, the response was the same. Things weren’t stable. He’d let her know when they were.

One evening, just as Freya arrived home from work, her phone rang. Isaac was on the other end, and as always, the conversation revolved around Kristian.

“How’s Kristian doing?” Isaac’s voice was light, careful not to burden her.

Freya answered truthfully, “Lawrence says he’s still not stable. He’ll let me know when things look up.”

“Just now, my father asked me when Kristian would be home for Christmas,” Isaac said casually. “If he’s not better by then, I might need your help pretending everything’s normal—for the family’s sake.”

“Of course,” Freya agreed without hesitation.

After a little more polite conversation, Isaac ended the call.noveldrama

Freya stayed seated on the couch, phone still in her hand, a heavy mix of emotions washing over her.

After thinking it over, she decided to call Lawrence herself.

When he answered, he was in the middle of speaking with Kristian. Seeing her name on the screen, a complicated look flickered across his face. He stepped to the window and answered, “Hello, Ms. Briggs.”

“How’s Kristian?” Freya asked.

“Still unstable.”

“I need to know what that means, exactly.”

Lawrence cast a glance toward Kristian, who was sitting silently nearby, and felt the onset of a headache. “Honestly, it’s better if you don’t know.”

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“What’s wrong with him?” Freya could sense there was more.

Lawrence said nothing.

He couldn’t tell whether Kristian’s situation was improving or getting worse.

But one thing was clear—keeping him in his facility any longer would do more harm than good, both for Kristian and for the facility itself.

Freya’s heart dropped at his silence. Dread crept in. “Lawrence?”

“Come see for yourself,” he said, then ended the call.

Freya didn’t waste a second. She grabbed her phone and car keys and rushed out the door.

Meanwhile, Lawrence slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned toward Kristian, flashing a cheerful smile. “Your big sister’s on her way to take you home. Are you excited?”

“With that look on your face, I can’t help but think you’re plotting something,” Kristian replied, his eyes fixed on Lawrence. The aloofness was gone, replaced by a pure, almost childlike innocence.

“How could I be?” Lawrence’s smile held. “Do I really look like the scheming type?”

“You do,” Kristian said bluntly.

Lawrence was speechless.

He honestly couldn’t bring himself to like Kristian.

Even before the accident, he had been difficult. And now, with his memory fractured and his mind reverted to that of a five-year-old, Kristian was still just as good at getting under his skin. The two of them were just destined not to get along.

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