She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 685:

Freya nodded.

She left the café with him.

As Isaac was about to get into his car, Freya finally gathered the nerve to say what had been weighing on her. Her voice wavered with regret. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Isaac looked every bit the compassionate elder. “Your happiness has always been Kristian’s priority. I should be the one thanking you—for helping me keep this from Melinda and my dad.”

Melinda and Lionel were fiercely protective of Kristian. If they found out what had happened, who knew how they’d react.

“Oh, and don’t tell Liam about this either,” Isaac added before stepping into his car.

Given Liam’s nature, there was always the chance he’d slip up and blurt everything out without meaning to.

As long as there was still a flicker of hope for Kristian’s recovery, Isaac knew he had to keep this under wraps—for now, his family couldn’t be allowed to find out.

Freya agreed, her voice quiet but steady. “Alright.”

She slipped into the car and set off toward the airport.

Whatever became of Kristian from here on out would hinge entirely on luck—and Lawrence’s skill.

Freya’s chest ached with worry, and Isaac was just as torn up. After watching her leave, he slumped back in his seat, fingers kneading his temples, weighed down by a storm of unease.

The news of his son’s accident had hit him like a gut punch.

Aside from his messy relationships, Kristian had never once caused trouble growing up. He was the kind of son other parents could only dream of.

But now, with damage to his central nervous system that severe, there was no telling what might follow.

Isaac was truly afraid.

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If his mind suffered, at least they could care for him at home. But if he lost the ability to walk, speak, or even see or hear—Isaac feared Kristian himself wouldn’t be able to take it.

Kristian had always carried himself with pride. Isaac was terrified this would crush him completely.

As for Freya—Isaac had never, not once, blamed her.noveldrama

After all, she was the very person his son had risked everything to protect. He couldn’t find it in himself to hold her responsible.

All he wanted was for Freya to be able to live with herself. Kristian had made his own decisions; none of this was her doing. He couldn’t bear to see her drown in guilt for the rest of her life.

With that thought, he unlocked his phone and typed out a message. “Don’t carry this burden—you’ve already done more than enough.”

After sending it, he quietly deleted part of their message history.

Melinda wasn’t one to snoop, but still—if she ever stumbled across those chats and started asking questions, he didn’t know if he could lie his way out of it.

Once everything was taken care of, he turned the car toward home.

When he got there, he lingered for a moment, collecting himself before stepping out. By the time he crossed the threshold, he was once again the man everyone knew—composed, impossibly polished, and strikingly self-assured.

When he came inside, Lionel and Melinda were no longer in front of the television.

They were chatting quietly.

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