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    The whole table erupted intoughter.


    Freya’s gaze turned to Melvin, the quietest one of the bunch, and she asked, “Melvin, what about you?”


    “To always stay by your side as your assistant,” Melvin said evenly, his tone steady. “To handle all your problems and worries.”


    “I meant your own wish,” Freya said with a small shake of her head.


    “That is my own wish,” he replied simply.


    His quiet deration stirred up a wave of curiosity around the table.


    Frederick, being the nosiest of them all, went straight to the point. “You’re not secretly crushing on Freya or anything, right?”


    “She’s generous, offers excellent benefits, and she’s a remarkable person,” Melvin replied earnestly. “If I let this job slip away, I won’t find another like it.”


    Frederick stared hard at him, but Melvin’s expression didn’t budge an inch.


    No matter how much Frederick probed, Melvin’s calm stayed intact.


    “Granted,” Freya said with a smile, then turned to Hugh. “Dad, what about you?”


    She already knew what she’d do.


    If Hugh said he wanted to marry Cheryl, she’d say yes.


    Even if Cheryl had any bad intentions, once she revealed her true face, Freya would help her father handle it.


    Hugh had spent his life under his father’s thumb or worrying about his daughters. Now it was his turn to live a life of his own.


    “I just want you and She to be happy and safe,” Hugh said softly.


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    He understood what Freya was hinting at.


    But this was what truly mattered to him. As long as Freya and Ethel were alright, that was all he needed.


    Freya caught the meaning in his eyes and smiled. “Okay.”


    No one left that night. The resort had enough rooms for everyone, and Freya shared one with Ethel.


    After that night, everyone noticed Freya seemed lighter, more cheerful than usual.


    The following day, after they all returned home, Freya moved back into Hugh’s ce.


    With several days off, Freya didn’t need to work, and Ethel was free from school. The family enjoyed rare, peaceful moments together.


    Before they knew it, three days had slipped by.


    On the third afternoon, Freya was lounging on a swing in the backyard, soaking up the sun, when her phone rang.


    Eyes closed, face tilted toward the warmth, she answered, “Hello, Farrah.”


    “Freya, I’ve made up my mind,” Farrah’s words hit Freya like a jolt.


    She sat up immediately, her eyes wide open. “Why?”


    Farrah had been so deeply attached to her child—that much was clear from everything she’d done before. Why the sudden shift?


    “Jocelyn called and yed a recording for me,” Farrah exined. “It was of her telling Felipe’s parents I was pregnant.”


    Freya froze, her mind shing back to what Felipe had said that day.


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