She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 690:

“Understood,” the assistant replied.

Lawrence owned medical facilities both domestically and overseas. Given Kristian’s fragile state and the time needed for healing, he’d only brought him to the local facility.

Looking in at Kristian, still reliant on supplemental oxygen, Lawrence sighed—probably for the hundredth time that night.

There was no real improvement.

He had lied to Freya. Kristian wasn’t out of the critical window yet.

If Freya had been a little calmer back then—sharper, more attentive—she might’ve picked up on the gaps, the odd bits that didn’t quite add up.

But people weren’t machines. Even the smartest, most logical minds could miss things, and sometimes, life didn’t hand you a second chance to double-check.

Over the next two days, Freya got things in order at Anita International before meeting up with Jacob.

Kristian’s bullet had already been removed, and technically, Jacob’s role was done. Still, she wanted to see things for herself.

She and Jacob had always been tight, and he answered all her questions without holding back. He also agreed to the favor she asked before he left.

Lawrence spent every waking hour glued to Kristian’s case—tracking his vitals, digging through his medical records.

Then one day, he finally caught a lead. Just as he did, his assistant burst in, clearly rattled.

“Mr. Hayes, someone’s here to see you.”

“Just send them away. No need to lose your head,” Lawrence said.

“This one’s… different,” the assistant muttered, his expression uneasy. “You’ll want to see him.”

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That caught Lawrence’s attention. “Who is it?”

“Dr. Prescott,” the assistant replied, eyes cast down.

Lawrence went quiet.

Jacob had never liked him. Every time they crossed paths, Jacob was sarcastic. Why was he suddenly here now?

“Mr. Hayes?”

“I heard you.”

Lawrence set down what he was working on, straightened his white coat, and stepped out.

His face was nothing like the casual one he wore around Kristian, or the easygoing version he showed Freya. He looked like a man walking into a room to face someone he’d rather not see.

When Lawrence stepped out, he found Jacob lounging in the waiting room—a space as polished and high-tech as the rest of the facility, all clean lines and the quiet hums of machinery.

As Lawrence drew near, the glass doors parted with a soft hiss, revealing Jacob slouched on the couch, wearing the same half-drowsy look he always did, as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

“What brings you here?”

Jacob didn’t reply. He was in a pale gray knit sweater, every inch of him exuding lazy indifference.

“You wanted to see me?” Lawrence asked again when the silence dragged on.

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