She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 804:

Kristian had no desire to talk to him. As expected, he didn’t like this man one bit.

“Nothing? Not even a hello?” Isaac pushed again.

Kristian glanced over at Freya, then pressed his lips together and grudgingly mumbled, “Hi, Dad.”

“That’s more like it,” Isaac said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Kristian’s mood plummeted. This man was truly baffling. Weren’t fathers supposed to be stern and authoritative? How was this guy like that?

“Isaac, I’ve made a reservation at a restaurant,” Freya said warmly. She’d always had a favorable impression of Isaac. “We can talk about Kristian’s condition over the meal.”

Isaac agreed, “Sounds good.”

During the ride, Isaac made light conversation with Kristian, treating his amnesiac son no differently than usual. His demeanor hadn’t changed in the slightest. This led to Kristian getting thoroughly outmaneuvered in every subtle exchange.

Given how things stood, he didn’t dare challenge his father—not with Freya right there.

At exactly 11:30 a.m., the car pulled up in front of a restaurant. Freya led them both inside, and the manager escorted them to a private dining room she’d arranged ahead of time.

Before the food was brought out, Freya took the opportunity to explain Kristian’s situation to Isaac.

Isaac listened attentively, and then zeroed in on what mattered. “So aside from his memory and mental faculties, everything else checks out?”

“Yes,” Freya affirmed with a nod.

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“Kristian,” Isaac said, turning to face his son.

Kristian immediately got a bad feeling and looked up. His gut told him—his dad was about to stir the pot.

“Since you’re doing fine now, you can come back to Jeucwell with me tomorrow,” Isaac said, his voice calm but firm. “Your mom and grandpa miss you dearly. They want you home for Christmas.”

“Not happening,” Kristian shot back without a second’s pause. His tone softened slightly when he turned to Freya. “I stay with Freya.”

Isaac replied, “I don’t mind you staying with Freya most of the time,” he said coolly, still measured and unhurried. “But it’s Christmas. Are you planning to celebrate it with her family?

Putting aside whether Freya would even agree, considering everything Kristian had done in the past, Isaac simply couldn’t allow him to barge in on the Briggs family’s celebration. It would only make things awkward for everyone involved.”

“Yeah, why not?” Kristian fired back.

“Christmas is meant to be spent with family,” Isaac said, deliberately laying it on thick. “If you go, all you’ll do is sour the mood for her family. And if your presence ruins their celebration, what do you expect Freya to do about it?”

Isaac had a point. Kristian faltered, unable to come up with a comeback.

From the standpoint of Freya’s father, any man who couldn’t make his daughter happy had no place sticking around.

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“Starting to think your old man’s making sense?” Isaac asked, his gaze sharp as a blade.

“I’ll just wait for Freya at home,” Kristian muttered. “I’m not going home for Christmas.”

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