She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 809:

“I don’t buy that for a second.”

“I’m telling you the truth.”

Melinda knew her husband was far too slick for his own good. Just as she was about to change tactics, Isaac pulled her into his arms, full of unbothered affection and the slightest tease in his touch.noveldrama

Melinda could never resist when he acted like that. He wasn’t being serious at all!

But Isaac had a way of getting her off track before she even noticed, and sure enough, she was led away from the topic without realizing it. Once he had soothed his wife, Isaac went looking for Kristian, who’d returned home and was now giving Melinda unnecessary stress. He had to settle things.

When he found him, Kristian was on the phone with Freya, grumbling about being scolded, clearly feeling sorry for himself.

“Freya, can you come get me sooner?” Kristian’s voice was completely different now. “I really don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Are you sure?” Isaac’s voice cut in smoothly from the doorway.

Kristian’s brows twitched. His gut told him this man was about to throw a wrench into everything.

“You know, your grandpa and Freya are pretty close,” Isaac said, genuinely tired of watching Lionel and Melinda worry over this boy. “If I told Freya how you treated your grandpa just now, what do you think she’d say?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Kristian mouthed.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Isaac returned evenly, unfazed. “What, you going to hit me now?”

Kristian found him impossible to deal with. He seriously wanted to punch this guy. What kind of father was this? Aside from stirring up trouble, what else was he good at?

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He couldn’t wrap his head around how the old Kristian had managed to survive in a family like this and still turn out composed.

“Well,” Kristian muttered into the phone to Freya, lying without hesitation, “My grandpa sent someone to fetch me. I’ll hang up now.” And just like that, he ended the call, his hands curling slowly into fists at his sides.

“What do you want now?” Kristian muttered, thoroughly annoyed by Isaac’s presence.

“Just stick to what Freya told you,” Isaac said seriously for once. “Your grandpa’s getting on in years. He can’t handle too much stress.”

Kristian had already changed his attitude toward Lionel. “I don’t need you to tell me that.”

“Great. Then go play a game of chess with him,” Isaac suggested. “If you can’t hold your own, download some app and cheat—just don’t get caught.”

Kristian hated that idea. Cheating? That made him sound like a complete amateur.

But without his memories, he couldn’t wrap his head around chess strategy fast enough to hold his own.

He gave it a fair shot, playing a round with Lionel on his own merits, only to suffer a humiliating defeat.

In the end, he was left with no choice but to fall back on the chess app. Lionel had his suspicions at first, wondering how Kristian’s abilities had declined so suddenly, but by the second game, he brushed it off. Both of them were focused—the old man playing with intent, and Kristian juggling his moves while peeking at the phone hidden just below the table.

In the middle of this, he failed to notice what was happening behind him.

Liam walked over with a tray of fruit, intending to set it down. As he passed behind Kristian, he caught sight of the phone tucked beneath the table, displaying a chess game screen.

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