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With Frederick's messages finally answered, Freya dialed Trent's number, but the call refused to connect.

With the beep of a failed connection still ringing in her ears, she decided on a proactive approach. Tonight, she

was scheduled to visit Kristian's family home, and she wanted no unexpected encounters. She tapped out a

quick text to Trent. "Once you've arrived in Jeucwell, give me a heads-up. We can meet tomorrow."

She felt it was wiser to manage the situation herself rather than let Trent surprise her and potentially catch her

off guard.

Exhaling a weary sigh, she mulled over her predicaments. Turning down her father's requests was one thing,

dealing with Trent was entirely another challenge.

As the clock ticked towards six, she hurriedly changed her outfit and was about to step out when Kristian's

driver called her.

She answered swiftly and then rushed out to the waiting car.

To her surprise, Kristian was already inside, looking slightly worn from the day but still undeniably handsome.

His suit was the same one he had worn since noon, now creased, and his hair fell carelessly over his forehead,

lending him an effortlessly charming, yet somewhat untamed look.

Freya chose silence as the car glided towards the opulent family estate. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts until they neared the grand gates of his family residence.

Breaking the silence, Kristian's voice cut through the tension, contemplative and a bit uneasy. "If my mom asks

why you don't like me, what will you say?"noveldrama

Freya met their gaze and replied without flinching, "The truth."

"Freya," he called her name, a note of caution in his tone.

"Hmm?"

"If you bring up Ashley, my parents and grandpa will never agree to our divorce."

Kristian's sharply defined features hardened, his eyes shadowed with a frosty glint.

Freya regarded his sudden concern with a mix of amusement and confusion. "Who said I was going to bring

her up?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

Kristian hesitated, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "What do you mean by that?"

"I simply don't like you," Freya stated with disarming frankness, her tone light but cutting. "Spending

you feels pointless-I'm just not interested."

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While her mind lingered on thoughts of Trent, Freya had little interest in dragging out a nonsense debate with

Kristian

Despite Kristian's efforts to brush off her words as mere spur-the-moment anger, her earnest expression conveyed her true feelings-she genuinely disliked him now. This harsh truth gnawed at him, stirring a blend of irritation and a profound, aching feeling he couldn't quite define

"We've reached our destination," the driver announced as he swung open the car door.

Stepping out into the crisp evening, Kristian was about to remind Freya of their facade to avoid any talk of divorce when she smoothly took his arm, her actions belying her earlier detachment. "Let's go," she said flatly.

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

As they walked towards their destination, he couldn't help but feel that Freya had been playing the fool, expertly masking her true intentions from him all this time.

The expansive grounds of the Shaw estate unfurled like a regal tapestry, leading them through a lush courtyard and up to the imposing facade of the main building By the time they arrived, it was apparent they were the last to enter, the rest of the family had already gathered.

It was to be a small family dinner, intimate with the presence of only Kristian's parents, his grandfather, and the butler aside from the couple themselves.

As they stepped into the dining room, a chorus of heartfelt greetings enveloped them.

Melinda Shaw, Kristian's mother, with her arms open and a bright smile, ushered Freya to sit beside her, where they soon fell into easy, lively conversation.

From the other end of the table, Kristian watched the scene unfold, his brow knitting together in a slight frown. A nagging sense of foreboding washed over him. This divorce wasn't going to be smooth sailing

"Gorman, please set the dinner," Lionel Shaw, Kristian's grandfather, commanded with an authoritative wave of

his hand.

"Understood," the butler responded smoothly.

Before long, the table was a vibrant display of culinary delights, each dish more inviting than the last.

Dinner started off light and pleasant, but Lionel's subtle cough hinted he had something heavier to say. "You've been married a while now... isn't it about time

to start a family?" he inquired, his gaze piercing across the table.

Kristian, maintaining his composure, responded with practiced calmness, "There's no rush, Grandpa.'

"Did I ask you?" Lionel's voice carried a sharp edge of displeasure directed squarely at Kristian. "I'm asking Freya."

Caught off guard, Kristian fell into a stunned silence.

Freya, pausing to place her fork down gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying, "We're in no rush."

Kristian shot her a quick side glance, suspicion flickering in his eyes. Could she seriously be doing this intentionally?

"Is Kristian giving you a hard time?" Melinda inquired, her eyes brimming with concern. "Just give us a signal,

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and we'll be right by your side to defend you."

"Don't hesitate to speak out if something's wrong. We've got your back," Lionel chimed in, his voire warm with affection for Freya. "My granddaughter deserves nothing less."

Caught off guard, Kristian responded with a touch of confusion, "Grandpa, remember I'm your grandson She's merely your granddaughter-in-law."

"Is that so?" Lionel retorted playfully yet pointedly. "I almost thought she was my daughter and you were my son-in-law. Freya here, she joins me for chess and helps me with my meditation. And you? What memorable things have you done for me lately?"

"But haven't you always wanted me to take good care of the Shaw Group?" Kristian protested.

"That's not all there is." Lionel dismissed with a wave of his hand.

Finding himself at a loss for words, Kristian stood dumbfounded.

"Try this, Lionel," Freya interjected, bringing over a plate of his favorite dish. "It's your favorite."

"You truly are a gem, Freya." Lionel's face lit up instantly, his mood visibly lifted.

Though initially frustrated, Kristian's gaze landed on Freya, whose presence clearly brought joy to his family. A subtle, warm feeling stirred within him, a sense of contentment he hadn't recognized before.

In the early days of their marriage, his grandpa could barely hide his indifference toward Freya. His parents,

while courteous, hadn't been particularly warm towards her either.

In the circles of wealthy families where social standing was paramount, such reservations were typical. Yet, since Kristian and Freya had already sealed their bond through marriage, the family maintained a veneer of

civility, carefully masking any overt disapproval.

Over time, as more interactions wove the fabric of their relationships, Lionel

gradually warmed up to Freya. He

often called Kristian, inquiring if Freya might be free to join him for afternoon tea

or a casual outing.

With Kristian buried in his work at the company, he encouraged direct communication between them: Though he remained largely in the dark about the specifics of their conversations, it was clear their rapport had blossomed significantly."

Winning over Lionel was no trivial feat; his approval could not be swayed by simple flattery or adept social

maneuvering.

Throughout the course of the dinner, Freya's charm and wit brought a lightness to

the atmosphere, making the

meal an enjoyable affair for all.

She was keenly aware, however, that certain pressing issues lingered on the horizon, topics too delicate to

broach amidst the shared meal and unspoken tension.

As the meal drew to a close, Melinda, with a poised and sophisticated air, turned

to Kristian. “Kristian, head to the kitchen and slice up some fruit for Freya-don't delegate it, do it yourself."

Kristian shot Freya a sideways look, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Okay."

The moment he was gone, Lionel and Melinda shifted their focus towards Freya. Isaac Shaw, Kristian's father, subtly perked up his ears, his eyes still seemingly buried in the folds of his

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