She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 796:noveldrama

Ellis had half-expected this outcome, but even so, Kristian’s flawless execution was nothing short of remarkable. Not even his handwriting betrayed him.

By dinner time, Kristian sat beside Freya. The moment he picked up his knife, it slipped and clattered noisily onto the table.

He looked at Freya with a pitiful gaze, biting his lower lip like a child caught misbehaving. “Freya, my hand hurts. I can’t use my right hand.”

Ellis shot him a look, eyes brimming with quiet suspicion.

“I’ll help you with the knife,” Freya said, completely unsuspecting. He had been writing all afternoon, pressing so hard that the ink bled through to the third page. Her hand would have hurt just the same.

Kristian picked up a spoon with his left hand. And every time he needed to cut something, he turned to Freya. “Freya, can you help me cut this?” “Freya, I need your help.” “Freya, I want…”

The entire meal, Freya ended up serving him.

And in those moments when she wasn’t looking, Kristian would shoot Ellis a glance—quiet, defiant, and laced with provocation, as if saying, “You’re never going to win.”

Ellis wasn’t even remotely upset. He just figured Kristian not only had a gift for playing a part but also a razor-sharp mind.

If Kristian hadn’t hurt Freya before, Ellis might’ve actually respected him.

“Mr. Lambert,” Kristian set down the spoon in his left hand, his expression smooth as glass, tone just as polished. “I’ve already copied the book by hand. Can you forgive me now?”

“Of course,” Ellis replied evenly, no hint of tension in his voice. “Owning up to your faults and fixing them—well, that makes you a good boy.”

Kristian didn’t take this to heart. He was far too busy staring at Freya with a childlike sparkle, practically brimming with delight. “Freya, he forgave me. Are you still mad at me?”

“No, I’m not,” Freya answered softly, though her eyes held something a little harder to read. “But remember what I told you before. No more lies. No more tricks. And you absolutely can’t hurt anyone again. Got it?”

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Kristian nodded. “I got it.”

“Good.”

“Freya.”

“There’s something else I haven’t been honest about.” Kristian’s eyes dimmed just a touch, and he hesitated.

Freya didn’t jump to accuse him. Instead, she asked calmly, “What is it?”

“Can I tell you somewhere else?” He dropped his gaze but kept his grip on her hand. “I only want you to know. I don’t want him finding out.” Freya looked toward Ellis.

Ellis gave a nod, choosing not to press the issue. To him, Freya was the only one who mattered. If Kristian could confess on his own, maybe it would spare her more pain in the future.

As long as he didn’t cross a line, Ellis would stay out of it. Freya brought Kristian back to her apartment. Noticing how guilty he looked, she sat down beside him on the sofa and asked plainly, “You can tell me now. What is it?”

“I’m scared you’ll hate me once I do.” Kristian fidgeted with his hands, his voice barely above a whisper.

“As long as you’re being truthful, I won’t dislike you. I won’t even blame you,” Freya said with honesty, hoping it might help him change. “Come on, tell me.”

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