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    His mother had selected an appropriate partner, and Isaac had consistently demonstrated through his actions that his love remained genuine and enduring.


    Setting these reflections aside, Kristian concentrated on examining the banquet arrangements.


    From a distance, Isaac and Melinda observed him working.


    Isaac encircled Melinda with his arm and spoke in hushed tones. “He’s reached adulthood now, so our constant concern has be unnecessary.”


    “The responsibility rests entirely with you!” Melinda gently teased.


    Isaac raised an eyebrow in surprise. How had this situation be his responsibility?


    “Very well, I ept the me,” he conceded with an amodating smile. “I’ll assist him in bringing Freya to Jeucwell and ensure theirsting happiness together.”


    “Absolutely not,” Melinda refused with firm conviction.


    Isaac kept coaxing Melinda gently, his gaze soft with affection. “Why not?”


    Melinda blurted it out without thinking. “He let Freya down. He deserves a little payback.”


    Then she shot him a re and added sharply, “Starting tonight, you’re banned from sharing a bed with me for a whole month.”


    “I disagree!” Isaac protested, then smoothly shifted the subject. “Let’s figure out how we’re going to face Freya and her father when they show up. Our son went and married his daughter without even giving the man a heads-up.”


    “Freya’s father ising?” Melinda asked in surprise.


    “Yes.”


    “Then we really need to think this through.”


    “We’ll handle it,” Isaac assured her, sessfully steering her focus elsewhere.


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    Freya and Hugh reached Jeucwell just after seven that evening. Once there, Hugh nced at her and asked again, “So I’m really just supposed to treat this like some run-of-the-mill business dinner?”


    “Yes,” Freya replied without hesitation.


    She had brought a gift for Lionel, out of respect—he had always treated her kindly.


    But at the end of the day, she and Kristian were already divorced, and her father had no ties to the Shaw family. There was no reason for formalities.


    Still, Hugh frowned. “Don’t you think this feels a bit inappropriate? What if the Shaws see it as disrespectful?”


    “They won’t,” Freya said firmly, recognizing the unease behind his question. She decided to be blunt. “Kristian and I are divorced. You’re here representing the Briggs Group.”


    That seemed to calm Hugh down, but deep down, a flicker of resentment still lingered.


    Kristian had married his daughter without asking for his blessing!


    That night, Freya carried herself like nothing in her life had changed.


    Hugh, meanwhile,y in bed long after the lights were out, tossing and turning. His thoughts wandered to Freya—how she’d once lived in this very ce.


    She hade to Jeucwell all by herself and married in such a rush. How had she gotten through it?


    The longer he thought about it, the more restless he became. Finally, he reached for his phone and sent Freya a message. “Did you go through a lot in Jeucwell these past two years?”


    Freya was just about to fall asleep when she saw her father’s message. She took a moment to choose her words carefully before replying, “No, I’ve been doing well. You should get some rest.”


    Reading her response only deepened Hugh’s guilt.


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