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    He didn’t want to be a burden to his sister.


    But still…


    “You go freshen up first.” A flicker of concern crossed Freya’s face. “I’ll check if the neighbor next door has a spare pair of pajamas we can borrow.”


    Kristian and Ellis were roughly the same size, so pajamas wouldn’t be an issue. As for everyday clothes, she nned to ask Gerard to bring a few sets over the next day.


    Just as the words left Freya’s lips, a knock sounded at the door. She opened it to find Ellis standing outside, holding out a bag.


    “You probably don’t have anything that fits him. These are new. Never worn.”


    Freya was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected him to be so considerate.


    Ellis offered a small, quiet smile. “Go on. Give them to him.”


    After expressing her thanks, Freya turned to take the clothes to Kristian, only to find him already standing nearby.


    She passed the clothes to him, mentioning they were from Ellis.


    “Thank you, mister,” Kristian mumbled innocently as he epted the bag.


    He wasn’t in the mood to talk, not really, but he knew enough to show appreciation when someone helped him. Otherwise, his sister might think he was ungrateful.


    Ellis was shocked.


    So was Freya.


    Neither of them had anticipated that.


    Kristian took the clothes and went to shower, behaving with near-exaggerated obedience.


    Ellis watched him for a moment before turning to Freya. “What’s going on?”


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    “Lawrence said he’s lost his memory. His mental state is about that of a five-year-old.” Freya led Ellis into the living room and exined more thoroughly, “There’s no medical treatment for it. We can only wait and hope he recovers naturally. Lawrence will see him every month for a check-up.”


    Ellis’s expression grew slightly more serious. “So what are you nning to do?”


    “I’ll talk to Kristian’s father tomorrow.” Freya spoke clearly, her voice calm. “If Isaac wants to bring him home, Kristian will return to Jeucwell. If not, I’ll look after him for now.”


    “Alright,” Ellis agreed with her approach.


    “Captain.”


    “Hmm?”


    “Have you ever taken care of a child before?” Freya couldn’t help asking. “With Kristian like this, I really don’t know what to do.”


    “Just treat him like a five-year-old,” Ellis said gently. “If you need help, I’ll be here.”


    Freya paused, then nodded. “Okay.”


    That night, Kristian didn’t sleep soundly.


    In his dreams, shadowy images drifted in and out—himself, and his sister, the one who had brought him home. Every time he tried to see more clearly, the vision would dissolve into a blinding sh of white, then vanish.


    Again and again, the dream repeated itself in that fleeting, fragmented way.


    As for Freya, after she washed up and crawled into bed, Lawrence’s words kept echoing in her mind. “He loves you, Freya. More than anything.”


    Did Kristian love her? Freya didn’t think so. What she sensed felt closer to guilt, to a desperate need to make things right.


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