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    Noticing Kristian’s arrival, Lionel pretended not to see him and deliberately continued his game,pletely ignoring his grandson’s presence.


    Kristian settled into the seat across from him, his voiceden with tension as he inquired, “Freya once mentioned you know her family’s residence.”


    “Don’t you possess that information as well?” Lionel continued moving chess pieces.


    Kristian furrowed his brow in confusion. What was he supposed to know?


    “Didn’t you encounter her father and younger sister during yourst visit to Alerith?” Lionel nced up, his tone heavy with implication.


    Kristian instinctively began to deny it. “I never…”


    He suddenly halted mid-sentence. Freya’s father and younger sister?


    The faces of Hugh and Ethel suddenly materialized in his thoughts. “Are you suggesting Freya is indeed Hugh Briggs’ daughter?” Kristian found the conclusion preposterous.


    How could Freya possibly be connected to Hugh? Hadn’t Hugh explicitly told him that he had only one daughter?


    As these thoughts swirled, Kristian’s attention returned to his grandfather. He posed the most critical question, “When did you discover this?”


    “Why this interrogation?” Lionel showed no intention of revealing anything, regarding him with contempt. “Remember that you two are now divorced. Whatever Freya’s background might be, it no longer concerns you.”


    For the first time in his life, Kristian’s mind descended intoplete disarray.


    If Freya truly was a member of the Briggs family, it meant Hugh and Ethel had deliberately deceived him at the hospital.


    He’d always wondered why Ethel showed such affection toward Freya, supposedly just an ordinary bodyguard.


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    “What are you going to do?” Lionel called out as Kristian rose to leave.


    “I’m going to discover why she concealed the truth from me,” Kristian replied with determination, standing and dialing her number immediately.


    He yearned to hear her exnation firsthand.


    However, upon dialing, he encountered only an automated message indicating the phone was powered off.


    A wave of unease washed over Kristian. After ending the call, he dispatched a message to Freya via a chat app, only to receive a prompt notification: “Message sent but rejected by the recipient.”


    He attempted several alternative methods ofmunication, each yielding identical results.


    The realization dawned on him—Freya had deliberately blocked his contact.


    This awareness ignited a surge of indignation within him. He pivoted back toward Lionel and requested his phone.


    Lionel intuited the situation but chose not to expose Kristian’s intentions, silently handing over his device.


    This time, the connection went through.


    After several rings, Freya’s voice emerged unchanged from before. “Hello, Lionel.”


    “It’s Kristian,” he announced, carefully restraining his anger while emphasizing each syble.


    Freya paused momentarily before responding withposure, “What do you want?”


    Kristian seethed, longing to confront her face-to-face and express his outrage. “Two years of marriage, and I remained oblivious that my wife was the daughter of Hugh Briggs.”


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