She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 735:

Without even saying hello, she grabbed Freya by the wrist, hauled her into the bedroom, and shut the door with a sharp click. “Why on earth did you bring him here? Are those suitcases his?”noveldrama

“Yeah.”

“He’s staying here?”

“Yeah.”

“Mina!” Ethel hissed in alarm. “Are you insane? Have you completely forgotten what he did to you?”

Kristian had divorced Freya for another woman.

That alone was enough for Ethel to want him nowhere near Freya—much less living under the same roof.

“It’s not what you think. You’ve misunderstood,” Freya said, her voice calm but edged with urgency. She hadn’t been given the chance to explain the whole situation.

“Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not doesn’t matter. What matters is getting Kristian out of here,” Ethel insisted, her tone brimming with fierce resolve. She had no clue what had unfolded between Freya and Kristian on Butterfly Island, nor did she know Kristian had nearly lost his life trying to save her sister.

“I’ll go talk to him,” she announced, flinging the door open and marching out, trying her best to sound authoritative—but managing to come off more adorable than intimidating.

Freya reached out instinctively to stop her. “Sheila!” she called, but it was already too late.

To Ethel, her sister was the whole world.

The last time Kristian had visited, neither she nor Hugh had any idea what had happened between Kristian and Freya. But now that she did, there was no chance she’d let Freya suffer again. Even if Kristian came across as daunting, Ethel had already made up her mind—he had to go. Who knew what he might do to her sister if they were left alone together?

Fueled by that thought, Ethel hauled over the suitcases and thrust them into Kristian’s arms just as he finished setting down his jacket. Kristian blinked, bewildered. What in the world was happening?

“Take your things and leave,” Ethel declared, forcing a brave expression onto her face despite the fluttering nerves twisting in her gut. “You’re not welcome here, and I hope you’ll stop bothering my sister from now on.”

In an instant, Ethel’s words shattered the fragile happiness that had flickered inside Kristian from Freya’s earlier concern. He turned toward Freya, who had just stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes clouded with helplessness and confusion—silently pleading for an answer. Hadn’t Freya brought him here herself? Then why was he being asked to leave?

“Sheila,” Freya murmured, tugging lightly at Ethel’s arm.

“I have to do this!” Ethel insisted.

“He’s lost his memory,” Freya explained curtly. “He doesn’t remember anything from before. Right now, he’s just a child inside—a five-year-old, mentally.”

Ethel was utterly stunned. Amnesia? Five years old? No way. He had to be faking it. She was just about to protest when Kristian’s soft voice cut through the tension.

“Freya…” Kristian murmured, guilt creeping into his expression. “Am I making things hard for you?”

From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d felt that she disliked him. And now, her little sister had outright said he wasn’t welcome. What on earth had he done in the past to deserve such coldness?

Ethel felt her chest tighten with conflict. Kristian’s tone—so tentative, so boyish—it really did sound like a child’s.

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