She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 807:

He wanted to tell her that none of them wanted him there at all. But when he met her eyes, saw the sincerity in them, the words faltered and died.

“Nothing. Just tired,” he muttered, his tone losing its edge. “I need some rest.”

With that, he turned and disappeared down the hallway before Melinda could say another word.noveldrama

“Kristian!”

“Let him go.” Isaac gently caught Melinda’s arm, his eyes darkening. “He needs some time.”

“But what’s going on with him?” she asked, clearly shaken by his coldness. “Did something happen while he was away?”

The tension between Lionel and Kristian had always followed a pattern: Lionel’s rough jabs met by Kristian’s lighthearted teasing.

To outsiders, Lionel’s behavior might’ve seemed harsh, but Kristian had always seen through it. Their banter was just that—banter.

Underneath it all, there had always been warmth.

But this… this was something else entirely.

“What the hell’s gotten into that brat?” Lionel asked, visibly rattled.

“No clue.” Isaac kept his tone intentionally nonchalant. “Ask him yourself after he gets some rest.”

A heavy silence settled like fog over the main hall.

While Melinda and Lionel exchanged anxious looks, Liam remained the only one unbothered.

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A while later, Lionel decided to check in.

He found Kristian in the bedroom, clutching his phone. As soon as Lionel stepped in, the device was locked and shoved aside. Kristian’s stare was ice-cold. “What do you want?”

That glare cut deep, but Lionel didn’t flinch.

He knew Kristian better than that. Kristian wouldn’t look at him like that unless something had seriously gone wrong.

“I was out of line earlier.” Lionel had never been too proud to admit when he’d messed up—not with Kristian. “I came to apologize.”

Kristian froze.

Just like that, the fury and frost in him evaporated.

He looked at the old man in front of him—his grey beard, the years heavy on his shoulders—and something unspoken stirred in his chest. In his mind, Lionel was supposed to be stubborn beyond reason. So why had he come here to say sorry?

“Still sulking?” Lionel asked, his voice warm and sincere, his entire demeanor softening with genuine concern.

Kristian’s stance relaxed slightly, though his words still carried a trace of sharpness. “I’m not sulking. Just trying to figure out why you want me here when it’s obvious I’m not really wanted.”

“We never meant to make you feel that way,” Lionel replied with quiet gentleness, his brows drawn in worry. “You’re the pride of the family, the one who’s actually made something of himself. That’s just how we greet each other, always have. But I should’ve picked up on how you were feeling much sooner.”

A flicker of emotion passed across Kristian’s face. The old man truly seemed to care. Freya hadn’t lied to him.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Lionel asked, his tone calm, hoping to bridge the distance between them.

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