She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 824:

Ethel faltered, then gave in, albeit reluctantly. “Alright.”

“Alright?” Hugh echoed, not quite satisfied.

“Yes, I promise I’ll be careful,” Ethel said, eyes shifting uncomfortably. “But we’ve already planned this group camping trip with friends, and… not staying overnight would be kind of a hassle.”

“Absolutely not.” Hugh didn’t even blink.

“Dad!”

“Ask Mina.”

Freya froze. Was she supposed to play the bad guy now?

Ethel tugged at her sleeve, leaning in. “Mina, remember we planned to go camping this spring? You wouldn’t want your sweet, thoughtful, kind, and ever-so-adorable little sister to break her promise, would you?”

“If you want to go, then go,” Freya said. “Just don’t forget what I told you before.”

“Thank you!” Ethel hugged her tight. “I knew you were the best!”

With that, she darted upstairs, leaving Hugh blinking in confusion.

He stared after her as the door slammed shut at breakneck speed, then turned to Freya, who had remained cool and collected through it all.noveldrama

“Mina…”

“Sheila knows what she’s doing. Mom’s talked to her, and so have I,” Freya explained, already familiar with his tendency to worry. “She knows how to protect herself, so stop stressing.”

“Alright.” Hugh let it go.

𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚: 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗈𝗺

If Freya said so, that was enough for him.

The next morning, Freya stopped by to visit Farrah.

The household staff had already handled all the holiday prep, so she didn’t need to lift a finger.

Still, she wasn’t entirely sure how Farrah was doing. She’d been distracted lately and hadn’t really checked in, aside from a few occasional calls asking after her health and the baby.

When Freya arrived, Farrah was in the yard. To make sure she was well looked after, they’d brought in more than just the usual bodyguards and cook—a nutritionist, a family doctor, and a full-time caregiver had all been hired. That way, even if Freya got caught up and missed a call, everything would still run smoothly.

“Freya!” Farrah’s face lit up when she saw her friend.

Freya’s eyes softened as they drifted to her noticeably pregnant belly. “How’ve you been feeling lately?”

“Great! I’ve been eating well, sleeping well—nothing feels off,” Farrah said warmly, thinking that meeting Freya had been the luckiest twist in her life. “What about you? What’s been keeping you busy?”

“Just trying to deal with a brat,” Freya replied offhandedly, Kristian’s antics flashing through her mind.

Farrah looked puzzled. “A brat?”

“Kristian.”

“You’re still in touch with him?”

“It’s a bit of a mess, but he’s already gone back to Jeucwell with his father,” Freya answered, skipping over the details.

Farrah looked at her, hesitating—like she was unsure whether to say what was on her mind. Freya caught it.

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