?Chapter 749:


    “Did you really lose your memory?” Isaac asked. Kristian didn’t answer.


    “Just how unlucky do you think Freya was to end up saddled with you?” Still, Kristian stayed silent.


    “In a few days, I’lle to Alerith and bring you home,” Isaac said lightly, testing the waters. “You shouldn’t be taking up all of Freya’s time with her family.”


    “No!” Kristian cried out instinctively.


    Isaac’s tone was maddeningly casual. “That’s not really your decision to make, is it?”


    “If youe to take me, I’ll run away from home,” Kristian threatened, though his voice sounded more like a sulky child’s than anything remotely intimidating.


    Isaac let out a low chuckle, thoroughly entertained. He gazed out at the golden wash of evening light and saidzily, “You say that like you’re actually at home now.”


    Kristian was left speechless. He was so frustrating! And yet, his father wasn’t wrong.


    “If you run off now, Freya will only like you even less,” Isaac said, every word hitting its mark. “Actually, I’d love to see you try. Need a few tips—or some travel money from your old man?”


    Kristian fumed. He used to despise Ellis the most, but it looked like his dad had now imed that title without even trying.


    He blurted out, “I don’t like you.”


    “As long as your mother does, that’s all I care about,” Isaac replied smoothly, not a single ruffle in his calm.


    Kristian seethed inwardly, feeling wronged but having no one he could vent to. If he told Freya, she’d probably just think he was being difficult again.


    “Behave yourself these next few days. Don’t give Freya any headaches,” Isaac offered onest piece of fatherly advice. “I’lle fetch you soon.”


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    “But I…”


    “That’s it. Gotta go,” Isaac cut him off without a shred of mercy, hanging up before Kristian could finish.


    Staring at the now-ck screen, Kristian scowled fiercely. He couldn’t let his fathere and drag him away. If that happened, he wouldn’t get to see Freya anymore.


    The thought tied his mind into knots. He felt utterly lost.


    He considered calling his father back, but when he stared at the screen, he realized he didn’t even know how to unlock the phone, which only made him feel even smaller and more helpless. After standing there awkwardly for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage to go find Freya.


    “Freya?”


    “Yeah?”


    “Could you help me call my dad again? I identally hung up just now.”


    “Sure,” Freya said with a soft smile. She took the phone, unlocked it effortlessly, and was just about to redial Isaac’s number when a new message popped up. “If Kristian asks you to call me again, just tell him no. We’re done talking.”


    Freya hesitated slightly, thinking to herself that no matter how much Kristian changed, Isaac could still see right through him.


    “What’s wrong?” Kristian asked cautiously.


    “Your dad said he’s going to rest now,” Freya exined gently. “If you want to talk to him again, we’ll check tomorrow to see if he’s free, alright?”


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