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Chapter 132 The weight of my words Freya's POV "Yeah, that won't be necessary. I'm here already, and there's no way I'm going to sit back and watch you all go without me," I said, my eyes locking onto Michael's, who didn't say a word but kept his focus on Raymond. "Raymond, we need to get to Grandpa," I said, almost going closer, as Michael stepped in between. His towering height once more intimidated me as he gave me a long, piercing gaze. "I will not let you go on that road in search of them; I won't ever allow that," Michael said authoritatively, as I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "What on earth does he take me for right now?" I thought. I refused to be stupid, not to him nor Ambrose. "Dare me if you can, Mr. Michael Smith Jenkins," I said in gritted teeth as I moved closer to him, like I was daring him for a challenge. "May I have a moment with her, please?" he said softly, as the two nodded about leaving while I moved closer to Raymond, still locking eyes with him. "We

Chapter 134Freya's POVI began to shake as we drove down a lonely bush path. Raymond held my hands in assurance, but it felt like that wasn't enough. I wanted more than just that... I needed Michael's warm embrace, I needed to feel his warm breath on me whispering to me that everything would be okay."Jason," I called as he replied with his eyes still fixed on the road as he drove with his cellphone mounted in front, which guided him with the direction. "Is... is... Michael coming already?" I asked, my voice so low, but I didn't think I needed to appear like I was fine without him. "Yes, Freya... Michael's coming." I nodded as I fixed my eyes on the wristwatch again as a private number appeared again as the caller ID. I picked it up immediately, fully aware that it was Ambrose."Hey... do you really not care about your mother? How aged she is that she can't even withstand the cold on her?" he mocked as he laughed loudly while my hand shook while holding the cellphone, but I tried

Chapter 136Raymond's POVThe weight of Freya's words kept taking my attention away. I closed my eyes for a while, thinking deeply about whether letting her go alone was the right thing to do. Somehow, I wondered if Jason was right about it all. I rolled my eyes, bringing myself back from the trance."You'll have a whole lot to explain to Michael. He just told me to keep Freya with me, that he was going to settle things with the officers," Jason said, his voice seeming to disrupt the awful silence that grew between us."Are you serious about what you said the other time?" I asked softly as he tried to play dumb. "Come on, Jason, you know what I'm talking about. Did Michael really come visit Freya alone and... the presents?" He nodded his head gently as I took a deep sigh."I mean... Freya had rejected the whole present, thinking it was from her mysterious husband. She even got into a fight with her mom... oh God," I said in deep regret. "But then... Michael only wanted to see her face

Chapter 138Freya's POV"Freya, don't. I'm going to have to tell it to Michael if you do." Raymond said to me in a hushed breath. But then, there were a whole lot of people's lives at stake. And besides, the cops were never present in times like these."What on Earth do you know? Tell it to me," Michael asked fiercely, looking at Raymond's direction, whose gaze was fixed on me."Call the priest, everyone here is ready for a ceremony," Ambrose said as he moved closer to Michael, whose face was bruised, and his looks were sending fire. He said something I couldn't quite hear, and not long, I was taken away into the inner room for a quick makeup.It took less than ten minutes, and I was accompanied out by the man who had dolled me up. My mom's face was drowned with tears, and my heart was broken; but that was the only thing I could do at the moment."Wow! Look whose wife is here?" Ambrose teased as he moved towards my direction. I couldn't raise my face nor look towards Michael's directi

Chapter 140Freya's POV.....Twenty minutes laterRaymond's death felt like the end had come. I couldn't imagine watching the ever-energetic man lying motionless and lifeless with no breath in him. It felt like he was trying to say a word to me when I saw his hand suddenly sliding from my face. "Raymond," I wept slowly, never knowing that I would one day cry for a person like him."My child..." I heard my mom's tender voice as I looked beside her, not finding anyone. "Where's Waylen?" I panicked, my eyes scanning around her and even to the person behind her. "He just fell asleep. He's been taken to his grandpa's home and..." "Mother... we are all leaving as soon as Raymond's funeral arrangement has been made. I wouldn't want my son having anything to do with the Jenkins or the Smiths," I said, my tone measured and cold.Mum wanted to speak but was cut short by the mortuary attendant who came out with some things I couldn't even relate to; it wasn't my fault, I'd never had any reason t