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Freya still wanted to keep talking to Kristian; she could feel, with an almost insti cery, the something about him had shifted.
However, Kristian clearly had no ns of dragging the conversation out why longer. The sopment for fristes speaking, he pushed himself up from his seat and stalked back to his room without sparing to st
Watching him retreat like that, Freya flicked her gaze to the clock. It was a little post eight to the evening
She tapped out a quick message to Isaac, "Are you free right now? Can you share sorting a thorac''s
childhood?"
It hadn''t even been a full minute before Isaac gave her a call,
"Hello, Isaac," Freya said warmly when she answered,
Isaac, standing casually on the balcony wrapped in a loose robe, let his voice carry through the phone, deep and smooth as ever. "Did Kristian give you any trouble?"
"No," Freya replied earnestly. And it was true. Kristian had, for the most part, been remarkably well stared "I just wanted to ask what he was like when he was five,"
"Obedient and sensible," Isaac said, the memory of his young son clearly vivid in his mind "He was fully back then, always such a little ball of sunshine for us, warming up the whole house with just a suule
Lively?
Freya shot a look at the firmly shut door across from her.
The Kristian she knew now couldn''t have been further from lively.
"And what''s he like these days?" Isaac asked, his curiosity piqued.
"He''s obedient but very quiet," Freya answered, picking her words with care. "And he seems like he''s really
insecure."
Isaac lifted a brow in surprise. Insecure? His son, of all people?
"Are you sure he''s not just putting on an act?" Isaac asked, his tone thick with doubt. What Freya described sounded nothing like the boy he remembered.
"I''m sure he''s not pretending. He''s already asked me a few times if I don''t want him anymore." Freya hesitated knowing full well that saying this might make Isaac think she hadn''t been taking good enough care of Kristian but honesty won out. "I just get this strong feeling he''s reallycking a sense of security."
If there was any truth to what Ellis had mentioned about Kristianpeting for her affection, then maybe his
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whole way of thinking needed to be examined a little more closely.
"Where is he now?" Isaac asked.
"He went back to his room," Freya said truthfully, "Do you want to talk to him?"
"Put him on the phone," Isaac said, his voice steady, giving nothing away. "I''ll have a little word with him."
"Alright."
Freya took the phone with her as she headed toward Kristian''s door.
On the way, she thought to ask, "By the way, was Kristian ever scared of pain when he was little?"
"Not at all," Isaac answered immediately, recalling it without hesitation.
Back in those days, whenever Isaac would fake an injury to win sympathy from his wife, Kristian would secretly grumble that his father wasn''t tough enough.
Isaac used to chalk it up to childish bravado, butter realized Kristian actually had an iron tolerance for pain. Unless something was seriously wrong, he wouldn''t even bat an eye.
"Why do you ask?" Isaac quickly zeroed in on the key point. "Is he pretending to be hurt just to get your
attention?"
Freya mulled it over for a second. "I don''t think he''s faking it. I think he''s really scared."
Isaac''s brows furrowed slightly in genuine surprise.
Just then, Freya knocked softly on Kristian''s door, which creaked open after a moment.
Seeing her standing there again, Kristian instantly assumed she was back to lecture him. He was already scrambling for an excuse to avoid her when she quietly handed him the phone. "Your dad wants to talk to you." Kristian didn''t particrly want to take the call, but he was afraid Freya would get mad if he refused, so he reluctantly reached out and took the phone from her.
Freya didn''t linger. She left the space for Kristian and his father to speak privately. Kristian stepped out onto the balcony, slumped into a chair, and muttered in a less-than-enthusiastic voice, "What do you want?"
"Is that how you talk to me?" Isaac said, azy smile tugging at his lips. "Are you looking for a spanking?" Kristian kept his mouth shut. If it hadn''t been for the thought that Freya would be upset if he hung up, he would''ve ended the call without a second thought. He didn''t want to talk to anyone except her. "Call me Dad," Isaac said coolly.
Kristian stayed silent. He wasn''t having it.
Isaac, not missing a beat, said, "If you don''t speak, I''ll tell Freya you''re being
rude. If she gets and decides to send you away, you''ll have no one to me but yourself."
Kristian stiffened.
Freya was the only person he cared about now.
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"Dad," he muttered atst, the word dragged out of him against his will
"Did you really lose your memory?"
Kristian didn''t answer.
"Just how unlucky do you think Freya was to end up saddled with you?"
Still, Kristian stayed silent.
"In a few days, I''lle to Alerith and bring you home," Isaac said lightly, testing the waters. "You shouldn''t be taking up all of Freya''s time with her family" "No!" Kristian cried out instinctively.
Isaac''s tone was maddeningly casual. "That''s not really your decision to make, is
it?"
"If youe to take me, I''ll run away from home," Kristian threatened, though his voice sounded more like a sulky child''s than anything remotely intimidating. Isaac let out a low chuckle, thoroughly entertained.
He gazed out at the golden wash of evening light and saidzily, "You say that like you''re actually at home now"
Kristian was left speechless. He was so frustrating! And yet, his father wasn''t wrong
"If you run off now, Freya will only like you even less," Isaac said, every word hitting its mark. “Actually, I''d love to see you try. Need a few tips-or some travel money from your old man?"
Kristian fumed.
He used to despise Ellis the most, but it looked like his dad had now imed that title without even trying
He blurted out, "I don''t like you."
"As long as your mother does, that''s all I care about," Isaac replied smoothly, not
a single ruffle in his calm. Kristian seethed inwardly, feeling wronged but having no one he could vent to. If he told Freya, she''d probably just think he was being difficult again.
"Behave yourself these next few days. Don''t give Freya any headaches," Isaac offered onest piece of fatherly advice. "I''lle fetch you soon."
"But I..."
"That''s it. Gotta go," Isaac cut him off without a shred of mercy, hanging up before Kristian could finish. Staring at the now-ck screen, Kristian scowled fiercely. He couldn''t let his fathere and drag him away. If that happened, he wouldn''t get to see Freya anymore.
The thought tied his mind into knots. He felt utterly lost.
He considered calling his father back, but when he stared at the screen, he realized he didn''t even know how to unlock the phone, which only made him feel even smaller and more helpless. After standing there awkwarly for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage to go find Freya.
"Freya?"
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"Yeah?"
"Could you help me call my dad again? I identally hung up just now."
"Sure,” Freya said with a soft smile.
She took the phone, unlocked it effortlessly, and was just about to redial Isaac''s number when a new message popped up. "If Kristian asks you to call me again, just tell him no. We''re done talking."
Freya hesitated slightly, thinking to herself that no matter how much Kristían
changed, Isaac could still see right through him.
"What''s wrong? Kristian asked cautiously.
"Your dad said he''s going to rest now," Freya exined gently. "If you want to talk
to him again, we''ll check tomorrow to see if he''s free, alright?"