She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 93 Shall I Call The Police

Peipe's grip remained unyielding as he issued a chilling command to his assistant. "Drive. We need to reach the hospital now." His voice cut through the tense air like a blade.

Without hesitation, the assistant ignited the engine and steered the vehicle toward the hospital.

The landscape blurred past the windows, marking their rapid departure from the airport. Beside him, Farrah's hear pounded fiercely against her chest, a tumultuous wave of panic and dread swelling within her.

The very thought of what might happen to her baby chilled her to the bone. Terminating the pregnancy was something she couldn't accept

"Felpe, If you force this abortion on me, I will never forgive you!" Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her eyes a fiery testament to her resolve

Felipe, however, seemed unmoved by her pleas. He merely tightened his hold, ensuring she remained firmly by his side, her movements severely restricted.

the car journey feit endless, stretching on for a grueling hour until the facade of the hospital loomed before

Farat's resistance peaked as she refused to get out, her instincts screaming at her about the grim reality that awained beyond the car doors.

Felipe cast a glance her way, his features betraying a fleeting shadow of reluctance. Still, he stood firm and pules her from the car with firm, unshakable force.

His voce a low, an attempt to mask the storm brewing within him. "Be good, Farrah. Your health isn't in the Age sex to carry a child now. If you truly desire a family, we can consider it once you've recovered."

"You just went so rid yourself of this baby because you doubt he's yours, isn't that it?" Farrah pressed, her wire saw with emotion, her wrist throbbing painfully from his iron grip. "Why make up such excuses?" she testat, com que goréng

Telge's response was sharp, a clear edge of warning in his tone. "Enough!"

Farrah's gaza burned with unyielding defiance.

The roogsal comdors were eerily silent, amplifying the gravity of her situation. Given Farrah's identity, Felipe kad wrodowy orchestrated this moment, sparing no detail.

We Got waste time explaining to Farrah, just signaled the waiting doctors and coldly handed her over.

They moved with mechanical precision, disregarding Farrah's frantic struggles and the tears streaming down.

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Her resistance was poignant but futile.

She was forcefully led toward the operating room, stripped of her means to seek help or alert the authorities.

Powerless, she couldn't even shield her own child from what was to come.

As she was dragged away, her eyes locked on Felipe's face-a mask of chilling

indifference. Her heart seethed with a raw, intense hatred.

"Felipe Yates, you'll pay the price!" she vowed silently, her inner turmoil sharpening each word.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "What are you doing?"

Freya's concerned tone echoed across the lobby. She stood there, her eyes fixed on the group restraining Farrah.

Time seemed to stand still as everyone turned to face her.

For Farrah, Freya's voice was a lifeline, a melodious reprieve from her nightmare. She hastily brushed away her tears, and upon seeing her friend, a fresh wave of emotion overwhelmed her, bringing more tears to her eyes. Freya had made it.

"Let go of my friend!" Freya demanded, her voice firm.

The doctors hesitated, their eyes flicking uncertainly among each other before settling on Felipe. He remained by the entrance, his expression unreadable.

Felipe's brow creased in annoyance as Freya stepped in. Why the hell was she popping up everywhere?

"This is a private family matter. It would be wise for you to stay out of it," Felipe stated, his voice low and edged with a cool hostility as he stepped closer to her.

Freya, undeterred and her gaze steely, countered fiercely, “Should I call the police then? Perhaps they can enlighten us whether coercing someone into an abortion is merely a 'family matter'."

By now, she had positioned herself protectively by Farrah's side, her stance serving as a barrier.

The tension thickened as the doctors interjected, their voices a mix of concern and caution.

"Mr. Yates, this situation shouldn't escalate further," one doctor advised, trying to instill some sense into the conversation.

"Despite your marriage, you can't simply strip your wife of her maternal rights." "Maybe... you should try discussing things with her more time?"

It was clear none of the doctors relished being involved in such a delicate matter,

but with the hospital owner's directives hanging over their heads, their hands were

tied.

Felipe's expression darkened significantly, his annoyance spiking as Freya continued to thwart his plans.

Her presence was like salt in an open wound-infuriating and relentless.

"Freya, you may be Kristian's wife, which makes you untouchable for the time being," Felipe hissed, attempting

to wield his words like a weapon. “But remember, your divorce is looming. With

just a word, I can turn your life into a living nightmare."

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Farrah, emboldened by Freya's defense, snapped defiantly, "I dare you!"

It was only then, amidst the heated exchange, that she started to fear,

The moment Freya called her, nerves had overwhelmed her, and the words had slipped out before she could think twice.

Now, as the weight of her hastily spoken words sank in, a knot of worry tightened in her stomach, churning with thoughts of the potential dangers Freya might face because of her.

"Calm down, Farrah. Remember, the baby can sense your anxiety," Freya noted, her voice steady and soothing as she fixed Farrah with a look brimming with reassurance. "Haven't I made it clear I have money?"

Farrah hesitated, her mind casting back to their previous conversations. Freya had confided in her about the staggering 1.4 billion dollars Kristian had agreed to as a divorce settlement. Even at the modest bank interest rates, it would generate an income of over 20 million dollars annually.

Such a sum ensured that destitution was nowhere on Freya's horizon.

On the sidelines, Felipe observed their exchange, his memory echoing with the details of Kristian's financial promise to Freya.

His friend always left chaos wherever he went.

"Farrah, think it through," Felipe interjected, his voice tinged with a darker note of coercion. "If you choose not to terminate the pregnancy today, who's to say Freya won't end up in a car accident or sustain a serious injury in the future?" His threat was steeped in manipulation, a desperate ploy to sway her decision.

He wouldn't really orchestrate such horrors. He merely wanted to scare Farrah into making what he believed was the right choice.

Farrah's eyes were swollen and red, torn between doubt and uncertainty. She was caught in a painful dilemma -unable to give up her child, yet dreading the thought of Freya suffering.

"Don't bother with him. We're getting out of here," Freya insisted, tugging Farrah's arm with determined resolve as she brushed off Felipe's threat.

Farrah remained rooted in place, hesitant.

Turning back, Freya's eyes softened, concern lacing her voice. "What's holding you back?"

"You should head out first, Freya..."

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"Enough already-just come with me and prioritize your well-being." Freya's words carried a finality that allowed no room for objection. "Kristian doesn't wield this power, and certainly not him."

End up in a car accident? Sustain a serious injury? Absolutely no way that was going to happen.

If it were her enemies suggesting such drastic measures, perhaps Freya could entertain the thought. Felipe? It was hardly worth considering.

Her dismissal evidently struck a nerve. Felipe's frustration was palpable, his pride wounded.

Insulting Kristian was one thing, but why would she drag Felipe into it?

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"Freya, are you sure you want to challenge me?" Felipe's voice was low, threaded with a veiled threat as he watched her steadily escort Farrah away.

"You're overthinking things," Freya replied curtly, her dismissal Brief.

Felipe's stance relaxed, his earlier tension easing as he interpreted her words as non-confrontational.

He made his way over to her, his height casting a looming shadow over Freya. With a cold smirk, he said, "Since you lack the courage to oppose me, I'd advise you to stay out of my way."

Freya's response was swift and dismissive. "You're hardly significant enough to be considered a threat," she retorted with a nonchalant flip of her hair. Without another word, she took Farrah by the arm, leading her away without so much as a backward glance at Felipe.

His fists tightened at his sides, the muscles in his jaw working silently as he considered his next move. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he commanded his bodyguards, "Stop them."

Felipe's mind seethed with frustration. Dealing with Freya was absolutely maddening!

As he gave the order, four imposing bodyguards swiftly encircled Freya and

Farrah.

"Freya..." Farrah's voice trembled slightly, the fear evident in her eyes. Unshaken, Freya squared her shoulders and stared Felipe down. "If I were you,

I'd think twice before making things worse," she warned, her voice steady and commanding.

Felipe's face hardened, his resolve unwavering.

He was determined to keep Farrah here and terminate the pregnancy.

The growing threat of the child was too great a risk for Farrah—and he would not

tolerate any jeopardy to her wellbeing.

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"Freya, are you sure you want to challenge me?" Felipe's voice was low, threaded with a veiled threat as he watched her steadily escort Farrah away.

"You're overthinking things," Freya replied curtly, her dismissal Brief. Felipe's stance relaxed, his earlier tension easing as he interpreted her words as non-confrontational.

He made his way over to her, his height casting a looming shadow over Freya.

With a cold smirk, he said, "Since you lack the courage to oppose me, I'd advise you to stay out of my way."

Freya's response was swift and dismissive. "You're hardly significant enough to be considered a threat," she retorted with a nonchalant flip of her hair. Without another word, she took Farrah by the arm, leading her away without so much as a backward glance at Felipe.

His fists tightened at his sides, the muscles in his jaw working silently as he

considered his next move. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he commanded his bodyguards, "Stop them."

Felipe's mind seethed with frustration. Dealing with Freya was absolutely maddening!

As he gave the order, four imposing bodyguards swiftly encircled Freya and

Farrah.

"Freya..." Farrah's voice trembled slightly, the fear evident in her eyes. Unshaken, Freya squared her shoulders and stared Felipe down. "If I were you,

I'd think twice before making things worse," she warned, her voice steady and commanding.

Felipe's face hardened, his resolve unwavering.

He was determined to keep Farrah here and terminate the pregnancy.noveldrama

The growing threat of the child was too great a risk for Farrah-and he would not

tolerate any jeopardy to her wellbeing.

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