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“Captain, I’ll take him to clean up that wound,” Freya dered, her brow furrowed with concern over potential infection, aware that wounds tended to heal slower in the chilly embrace of winter.
Kristian visibly rxed, a faint sigh escaping his lips.
He was grateful that she didn’t pry for more details; had she asked, he would’ve been at a loss for words.
“I’ll handle it,” Ellis interjected, already striding toward them with the first aid kit in hand. He reached for Kristian’s hand, intending to apply some iodine.
Instinctively, Kristian jerked his hand away, his difort evident in the tight set of his shoulders.
Freya opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Kristian muttered, “I’ll just rinse it with water.”
With those words, he swiftly exited, retreating to Freya’s apartment before she could intervene.
She stood there, puzzled and concerned, watching his retreating figure.
Turning to Ellis, she sought answers, her voiceced with confusion. “What were you two discussing downstairs? How did he end up falling?”
“Take a guess,” Ellis responded, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as his lips curled into a teasing smile.
Freya was taken aback, her mind reeling. Since when had Ellis adopted such a yful demeanor?
“Don’t let his innocent act fool you,” Ellis went on in anguid tone, the smirk never leaving his face. “He’s got a way of alwayspeting for your affection.”
“Competing for my affection?” Freya furrowed her brows, uncertain if she had heard right.
“You could say that,” Ellis replied with a shrug, the edge of amusement in his tone betraying his nonchnce. “He gets jealous when you’re with me. Or maybe…” He nced at herzily. “He just doesn’t want to share you.”
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Freya paused, a puzzled look crossing her face. “But he’s practically a child, isn’t he? His understanding is that of a five-year-old.”
Ellis leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. “I think it might be wise to discuss this with Lawrence,” he suggested, his voice dropping to a soothing murmur. “There’s more to this than meets the eye. Haven’t you noticed how clingy he is with you?”
Freya paused, her mind reying the little moments between them—Kristian’s possessiveness, the way his mood shifted when she gave someone else attention.
“Most five-year-old kids still cry for their parents,” Ellis added thoughtfully. “But he doesn’t. He clings to you like you’re the only one in the world that matters. That’s not normal.”
“Mina, perhaps he feels a sense of guilt towards you, prompting him to seek your presence more,” Ethel chimed in thoughtfully.
“That’s a possibility,” Ellis conceded, analyzing the situation with clinical detachment. “However, given his total memory loss and cognitive setbacks, it seems improbable.”
If not for the unsettling encounters and discussions they had earlier, he might not have been so suspicious. But Kristian’s reactions were peculiarly intense.
“There’s more to it,” Ellis hinted, his expression growing serious. Freya’s curiosity was piqued. “What else is there?” she asked, her voiceced with intrigue and concern.
“Most children gravitate towards those who exude warmth and kindness,” Ellis remarked, his voice trailing off as if he were threading his thoughts carefully. “Yet, you’ve always maintained a certain distance from him.”
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