She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 722:

“Not yet. His mind’s too fragile. If he gets overwhelmed, it might make things worse. Calm and comfort are the best medicine right now.”

“Alright,” Freya said softly.

Lawrence paused, pressing his lips together.

Then he said something out of place, something he hadn’t planned. “I know what happened between you two. But please, set it aside. Take good care of him. When he’s back to normal, you can both go your separate ways.”

Freya’s eyes turned distant. She remembered everything.

Lawrence looked uneasy. “What is it?”

“Didn’t he say he wanted nothing to do with me? That we should live separate lives? If that’s true, isn’t me being around just making things harder for him?”

“That’s a long story,” Lawrence said with a sigh. Freya had already signed the papers, and most of the loose ends were tied. “But trust me.

If I’m letting you take him, it’s for his good,” he said calmly.

Freya wasn’t buying it. “Enlighten me.”

“It won’t affect you. You want your life back, right? Once he recovers, he’ll stick to his promise. And the rest? Knowing too much will only drag you down.”

“I’ll decide what’s necessary,” Freya said, her voice cold.

It was just how she was. She couldn’t ignore a loose thread once she noticed it. If things made sense, she wouldn’t question them. But Kristian’s messages through Lawrence had been strange. They kept tugging at her mind. Small, but persistent.

Lawrence finally gave in. “Okay. But if he asks about this after he recovers, you’ll have to back me up.”

Freya gave a nod. “Alright.”

With that single word, Lawrence finally let himself breathe. He trusted K would keep her promise.

“The things I told you at the hospital—he asked me to pass them along in advance,” Lawrence explained, laying it all bare. “On the way to the hospital, he came to for just a moment. As soon as he opened his eyes, he told me to make sure you heard those words if things took a turn for the worse.”

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Freya’s brows drew together in a faint furrow.

Lawrence continued, “He didn’t want you to carry guilt or blame yourself. In his mind, he was just doing what he had to.”

“So… he never really woke up in the hospital?” Freya put the pieces together herself.

“Not only did he not wake up,” Lawrence admitted, now that there was no reason to hold back, “but his condition was critical. If I hadn’t been the one treating him later, he’d be buried by now.”

Freya fell silent, unable to put the rush of emotion into words.noveldrama

“I don’t know what exactly went down between you two,” Lawrence said, taking a step back from the situation, “but judging by the way Kristian acted after he got hurt—he loves you, Freya. More than anything.”

He couldn’t help but respect Kristian. Even in that condition, Kristian had clawed his way back to consciousness just to give out final instructions. It was downright miraculous.

“And what about blocking my contact?” Freya’s thoughts circled back to that moment.

“He didn’t want you to catch on. So he gave me his phone password,” Lawrence said plainly. “He told me exactly when to delete you—and when to tell you the rest.”

Freya glanced at the closed door ahead, her heart a tangle of feelings, too messy to sort out.

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