She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Seeking Hugh's Blessing To Marr...

Kristian was meant to be at his branch office today, wasn't he? So what in the world was he doing at her hom

now?

The question gnawed at Freya, growing more insistent with each passing minute. Finally, with a sigh, sh picked

up her phone and dialed Hugh's number.

She needed answers. If Kristian's presence was just another mundane business matter, she could dismiss it and

not bother heading home. But if it was personal-if it concerned her directly-she would return right away.

The phone rang just as Hugh was in the middle of a discussion with Kristian. Seeing Freya's nflash on the

screen, he excused himself and answered the call with a sense of urgency.

But before Hugh could even utter a hello, Freya's anxious voice cut through. "Pretend you're getting a call from

your secretary about surgent work matter."

"What's going on?" Hugh asked, his voice dipping into a carefully moderated business-like tone.

Freya exhaled a silent breath of relief at his quick understanding.

She dove right into the heart of her query, her words clipped with tension. "Is Kristian there with you?"

"Yes," Hugh answered, his voice a mask of neutrality.

He made sure not to even flicker his eyes towards Kristian, fully aware of the young man's sharp perceptiveness.

"Find an excuse to step out onto the balcony. | have simportant questions," Freya instructed, her voice

steady and clear.

Hugh turned back to Kristian with a practiced ease born of years navigating the tricky waters of business politics.

"I need to handle something quickly. Do you mind waiting here for a moment?"

"Go ahead," Kristian responded, his voice smooth and unsuspecting.

Hugh strolled over, composed and collected, giving nothing away.

After he slid the door shut with a soft click, he let out a deep breath, his thoughts swirling with concern for his

beloved daughter. "I'm on the balcony now," he murmured into the phone.

"Sheila mentioned Kristian brought quite a few things?" Freya's voice crackled through the speaker, tinged with

curiosity.

"Yes." Hugh paused, the word hanging heavily in the air.

She prodded further. "And ... - .

"Sitems of considerable value," he admitted reluctantly.

"Why would he bring those?" Freya pressed, her confusion evident even through the phone.

Hugh's silence stretched out as he grappled with the decision to divulge the full extent of Kristian's intentions

He could already see it-the truth was going to hit her hard.

Freya waited on the line, her patience a steady presence as she sensed his hesitation.

Finally, Hugh found the courage to explain, his voice dropping to a confessional whisper. "He... he cto seel

my blessing to marry you."

Freya's response was a sharp intake of breath-she was utterly taken aback by the revelation.

"Don't worry, | have no intention of agreeing to it." Hugh hurried to reassure her, his words quick and firm, as if

to ward off any misinterpretations she might harbor. "I'll see to it that everything he brought is sent back." "You

go ahead and keep talking to him. I'll be back," Freya said, frowning as her mind raced to make sense of

Kristian's motives. What on earth was he thinking, showing up to see her father out of the blue like this? Had he

lost his mind completely?

The outrageous boldness of it left her momentarily speechless.

Hugh hesitated for a moment, his brow twitching slightly, but he chose to hold his tongue.

Once the call ended, he slowly made his way back to the study. Kristian was still there, standing rigid in his

tailored suit.

Hugh sank into the armchair and met Kristian's gaze, circling back to the remark he had made earlier. He

reminded him flatly, "You two are already divorced."

"That's precisely why I'm here," Kristian countered, his voice carrying a regal resonance. "I should have cto

see you, my father-in-law, over the past two years. | admit that was my oversight."

A smirk briefly played on Hugh's lips at Kristian's admission. Where did he get the audacity?

"I was unaware of your marriage to Mina, so | couldn't intervene. But I'll ensure you don't get another chance

with her," Hugh declared, his tone resolute and devoid of humor. "I'm aware of what you did to her."

"I acknowledge my past mistakes, and | apologize," Kristian remarked, his demeanor showing a marked

improvement from before. "You have my word-it won't happen again."

Hugh shot back, his voice firm. “You can't go back and pretend it never happened, Kristian. A man has to live

with the choices he's made. You've already divorced her-it's tyou both moved on."

Kristian leaned forward slightly, his tone measured and steady. "Everyone's made choices they wish they could

take back. Haven't you, Mr. Briggs?"

Hugh hesitated, his expression darkening as old memories clawed their way to the surface.

Kristian went on, his voice calm but insistent, "Smistakes are irreparable, but this situation still holds a

chance for redemption."

"No, it doesn't!" Ethel interjected sharply, her voice cutting through the tense air

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Kristian's intense gaze locked onto her, his eyes simmering with unspoken thoughts.

Ethel, fully aware that eavesdropping was morally questionable, couldn't shake the suspicion that Kristian

harbored hidden agendas.

"The past is a closed book," Ethel declared firmly, her voice echoing with resolve. "Ever since you abandoned my

sister for what you called your ex, there's been no path back to her."

The very idea of exes disrupting present happiness grated on her nerves.

"I was mistaken," Kristian admitted, his tone firm but sincere.

Hugh's expression soured, his dislike for Kristian barely contained.

Ethel remained silent, yet her eyes blazed with contempt.

The room fell into an uneasy silence until Ethel, driven by a sudden impulse, queried, "Do you genuinely wish to

reconcile with my sister?"

Hugh's brow furrowed in confusion at her line of questioning. What on earth was she up to?

Kristian hadn't anticipated any support from Ethel. "Yes," he responded simply. "Very well, then," Ethel countered

sharply. "Hand over all your shares in the Shaw Group and your entire fortune to my sister."

She then added with a fierce glare, "And while you're at it, try to piece together a shattered mirror or gather up

water that's been spilled. If you can manage those feats, then perhaps I'll consider letting you chase after her."

Kristian's mouth fell open slightly as he countered, "Why does everything have to be about putting things back

the way they were?"

"Aren't you trying to remarry my sister?" Ethel fired back, her brows knitting in confusion.

"Yes, | am," Kristian replied, striving for clarity. "But when | say | want to marry her again, I'm not talking about

picking up where we left off. We're not dredging up our old life together, we're setting the stage for something

entirely new. We can't relive the past. That part of our lives is gone. But the future... we can build something new

from it."

Ethel was momentarily lost for words, struck by his cunning.

"You're just a smooth talker," she noted, her tone laced with skepticism.

Kristian remained silent, his eyes locking onto Hugh's.

Hugh's approval was critical; with it, Kristian could gradually mend things with Freya

Without it, a rough road lay ahead.

Hugh remained silent.

A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with unspoken tension as the three of them sat in a wordless

standoff.

Tseemed to stretch into an endless moment until Kristian finally shattered the silence, his voice directed

firmly at Hugh. "I promise to treat her well."

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Chapter 137 Seeking Hugh's Blessing To Marry Freya

Hugh remained stoically silent, his thoughts swirling. Why hadn't Freya shown up

yet?

The idea of agreeing to Kristian's proposition was ludicrous, especially considering how close Hugh had cto

physically confronting him over Freya's heartache. And yet, here Kristian was, boldly seeking his blessing once

again. "Mr. Briggs," Kristian ventured once more, breaking the strained silence. "Do you suffer from a short

memory?" Freya's sharp voice sliced through the tension as she strode in, still dressed in her business attire, her

presence commanding. “Hadn't he already rejected your request?"

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