She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Yet she quickly reassured herself that despite Ethel’s lifelong dependence on her, her sister had always maintained a streak of independence during her absences. This situation likely posed no genuine threat to Ethel’s development.

After concluding their dinner, a spacious vehicle arrived to transport them home.

Following the drop-off of Ellis and Jarrett at their destination, the driver continued onward, delivering Freya and Ethel to their family home.

Upon Freya’s arrival, the bodyguards stationed at the entrance visibly startled before composing themselves to deliver their greeting. “Has my dad returned?” Freya inquired.

“He has…” Their voices trailed off with unmistakable hesitation.

Freya detected the undercurrent of tension and paused mid-step. “What’s transpired here?”

“Ms. Graza and Ms. Newman have arrived,” the guards explained, fully aware of Freya’s aversion to these women and their presence within the household. “Mr. …”

Briggs initially refused them entry, but considering the heavy snowfall and their insufficient attire, he ultimately relented and invited them inside.

“I see,” Freya responded, her concern diminishing. This residence wasn’t her mother’s usual dwelling place anyway. “You needn’t remain exposed to the elements. Please relocate to the monitoring station and emerge only if circumstances demand intervention.”

“Absolutely not!” both guards protested simultaneously.

Freya froze in astonishment.

Ethel’s expression mirrored her sister’s confusion.

𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺

“Rest assured, your compensation and additional benefits remain secure,” Freya clarified, assuming financial concerns motivated their resistance.

The two guards, both appearing dignified professionals in their thirties, maintained proper posture. One of them said, “Our objection stems from different reasons entirely. Maintaining our post outdoors conveys greater authority and professional integrity than retreating to the monitoring chamber.”

Freya’s brow furrowed in bewilderment. What peculiar logic governed their thinking?

“Please proceed indoors,” a guard urged with a genuine smile that reflected his established rapport with Freya. “The temperature continues to drop. Should conditions become unbearable, we’ll seek shelter inside.”

“Fine, but don’t sacrifice your comfort unnecessarily,” Freya advised, recognizing their stubborn dedication to duty.

“Understood!” they affirmed with unwavering resolve.

The pair stood vigilant like devoted guardians, their postures radiating unwavering dedication.

Their reasoning flowed from a place of profound gratitude. When life had left them directionless, Freya had extended this opportunity, invested in their training, and rewarded them with generous compensation.

They recognized that their current abilities and knowledge would never command such impressive salaries elsewhere.

This awareness fueled their determination to protect Freya’s sanctuary with absolute commitment.

As Freya and Ethel crossed the threshold, they discovered Cheryl and Vivien perched in the living room with Hugh seated opposite them, his forehead creased with evident concern.

At the sound of the entrance door swinging open, Hugh’s gaze instinctively darted toward the noise.

After a brief hesitation, he rose and approached the foyer. Upon recognizing Freya and Ethel entering, he faltered mid-stride, his expression betraying unmistakable discomfort.noveldrama

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