?Chapter 728:


    “Anything else?” Isaac asked,pletely unfazed.


    “That’s all,” Freya answered. “Just those two things.”


    “Freya.”


    “Yes?”


    “Don’t get so nervous. As long as he hasn’t turned into aplete fool, there’s nothing to panic over,” Isaac said, genuinely relieved.


    As far as he was concerned, the fact that Lawrence had handed Kristian over meant the rest was up to Kristian himself.


    If that was the case, it just came down to memory and mental state.


    And if Kristian wasn’t totally out of it, Isaac figured it wouldn’t be hard to hide from his wife and father. No need to make a fuss.


    Freya was left speechless. What was she even supposed to say to that?


    “Until Kristian gets better, I’ll have to trouble you to keep an eye on him,” Isaac added. “My father’s not young anymore. We should spare him the stress if we can.”


    Freya bit her lip but gave a small nod. “Alright.”


    “If you’re tied up, just leave him with Gerard,” Isaac said, always a few steps ahead. “No need to go out of your way to cater to him.”


    “His mind is only five years old,” Freya reminded him.


    “That’s not much of a problem,” Isaac replied with ease. “A five-year-old ought to know how to behave.”


    Freya nced toward Kristian, still quietly reading where she’d left him, no trouble at all.


    She went quiet, and Isaac brought up something else. “One more thing to keep in mind, Freya.”


    “Please, go on.”


    Stay tuned for more g??lnoνe??s.c?m


    “He might be pretending.”


    Freya froze. Pretending?


    “The way things stand, he’ll recover eventually,” Isaac said, ever the realist. “He might keep up the kid act just to stay in your good graces a little longer.”


    “I don’t think he would,” Freya said after a beat, sharing her honest view.


    Isaac let it go. Some things didn’t need to be argued.


    Under normal circumstances, Kristian wouldn’t fake something like this—but now that his memory was really gone and his mind had slipped back, once he starteding back to himself, he’d likely keep up the act.


    A father knows his son. And Isaac had always trusted his own read.


    After the call, Isaac reached for his suit jacket and stepped out of Shaw Group headquarters to head home and update the family.


    Of course, he didn’t tell them the entire truth—just enough to keep things calm, with a few harmless lies thrown in for good measure.


    Once Freya hung up, she rang Gerard to let him know she’d be bringing Kristian over, then ended the call.


    With everything settled, she took Kristian and headed out the door.


    In the car, Kristian looked visibly uneasy.


    He didn’t know where his sister was taking him—or if this was the moment she left him behind for good.


    “Kristian,” Freya called.


    He turned to her, his voice small and obedient. “What is it, Freya?”


    .


    .


    .