She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 806:

Before he left, Freya offered one last word of caution. “Once you’re there, remember everything I told you. With the way you fake things, you’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” Kristian said, playing along.

“Fake things?” Isaac lifted a brow, mildly amused. Kristian had those kinds of skills?

Freya gave a clipped explanation, skipping over any mention of his previous fabrications. She just noted that Kristian had a knack for pretending.

Isaac studied him for a moment but chose not to press.

With nothing more left to cover, Isaac escorted Kristian out.

They reached the Shaw estate right at three in the afternoon.

Isaac straightened his clothes, exuding elegance and calm. His manner was that of a composed gentleman, the kind who rarely raised his voice.

“Home,” the butler greeted with clear astonishment.

“Mm,” Isaac responded coolly. “Is Melinda with my dad?”

“Yes, sir,” the butler replied. “Liam just returned. He brought back a ton of gifts. They’re all in the main hall.”noveldrama

Isaac led Kristian down the familiar hallway toward the main room. The second they stepped in, all three occupants turned and locked eyes on Kristian, surprise etched into their faces.

“Well, look who finally showed up!”

“Kristian?”

“Wasn’t it said that he wouldn’t be coming back?” The questions flew in rapid succession.

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: g․𝗮𝗅𝗇․𝗈ν․𝖊．𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈．𝗆

Isaac gave Kristian a side glance, then continued strolling forward. “He wasn’t planning on it. Took some convincing to drag him back.”

Kristian disagreed. Isaac had barely lifted a finger. Wasn’t it Freya who did all the pushing?

“What were you up to in Alerith, Kristian?” Liam asked, curiosity twinkling in his eyes. He leaned close and lowered his voice. “Were you busy chasing after your ex-wife?”

Kristian turned toward him, his expression unreadable.

He’d reached a verdict—Liam might actually be useful.

Lionel’s earlier enthusiasm evaporated, giving way to his usual stern gruffness.

“What’s the point?” he grumbled. “If he doesn’t want to be here, then let him stay gone. This house won’t fall apart just because he’s not in it.”

His frustration simmered under the surface. Back in the day, no matter how hectic things got, Kristian always made time for a monthly call. Every Christmas, he’d return home early without fail.

Now, not only had he ghosted them for months, but he waltzed back in without so much as a proper greeting.

He needed a wake-up call.

“I didn’t want to come back. He made me.” Kristian wasn’t the same person anymore. The words came out sharp, unfiltered.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. If everyone in the family despised him, then why had Freya insisted on his return?

Fuming, he spun around and stormed out of the room. He followed the directions Freya had given him and navigated straight to his bedroom. The reaction stunned everyone—including Isaac.

Melinda rushed after him, her voice low and concerned. “Kristian, what’s wrong?”

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