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    Freya’s voice was low but filled with quiet authority. “Last time, you had Emil break Ethel’s arm and cause her head injuries. Now, we settle that score.”


    Edwin’s steps faltered, his confidence shaken. “She… she’s already recovered,” he blurted out.


    “If you harm me or kill me, it’s intentional harm,” he stammered, his voice rising in panic. “I’ll sue you! Don’te any closer!”


    Fear radiated from him. Had he known how formidable they were, he might have ordered his men to bring machetes.


    Surely, Freya and her assistant wouldn’t be able to defend themselves unarmed against machetes.


    Freya, unfazed, turned to Melvin. “Get in the car.”


    Melvin, as always, obeyed without hesitation.


    The two stepped over the incapacitated bodyguards and slid into the car, quickly reversing and making a U-turn, leaving the scene behind them.


    The bodyguards and Edwin were left in stunned silence, unable toprehend what had just happened.


    Given Freya’s previous actions at the hotel—when she had dunked him into a bathtub—Edwin couldn’t understand why she’d suddenly let him go. In truth, Freya never spared anyone who had wronged Ethel.


    Once inside the car, she checked the dashcam footage they had just recorded. The rity of both video and audio was wless.


    With the evidence in hand, she could press charges against Edwin and have him locked away. Freya had already entrusted someone with the task of ensuring this matter was handled.


    With that resolved, Freya headed toward her father’s residence, the evening proceeding far smoother than expected.


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    At 7:20 p.m., she arrived.


    Ethel was overjoyed, rushing to her and enveloping her in a warm hug. Freya, with a tender smile, ruffled her hair, the affection between them as natural as breathing.


    “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you while you were away,” Ethel said, her voice a mixture of joy and longing, as she snuggled against her.


    Freya, always gentle with her, replied, “I missed you too.”


    “Come in and eat,” Ethel urged, tugging her inside. “Today’s dishes were made by Dad and me. I made two, and Dad made four.” Freya paused.


    Looking inside, she saw Hugh bustling around in the kitchen, an image both familiar and unsettling.


    A swirl of emotions stirred within her.


    Hugh had never been one to grace the kitchen with his presence. It wasn’t a ce he sought out; in fact, he often kept his distance, preferring to let a cook handle the preparations. The kitchen had always seemed more like an unfamiliar territory, a ce where he didn’t belong.


    But now, here he was, standing over a stove, actually cooking.


    “When you got back to Jeucwell, Dad started experimenting with recipes all by himself,” Ethel remarked, an amused grin dancing on her face. “He burned through a lot of ingredients before he finally nailed today’s recipes.”


    Freya, for her part, wasn’t picky about food. As long as it was edible and safe, she was content. Yet, Hugh always went above and beyond to impress her. He believed she deserved nothing less than the best, even if it meant stepping far outside hisfort zone.


    “Come on, try my cooking,” Ethel urged, coaxing Freya closer as she offered a piece of sulent pork bathed in a savory sauce. “These are my specialties. What do you think?”


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