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    Meanwhile, Freya hesitated, her finger hovering over her phone. Gerard’s message had caught her off guard. Just as she was about to reply, another message popped up, diverting her thoughts.


    “By the way, Mr. Shaw mentioned he left something at Dr. Hayes’ ce and asked if I could take him there. Can you tell me his address?” Without missing a beat, Freya texted back the directions.


    She considered asking Kristian to postpone the visit until tomorrow, after her workday ended, but a sudden realization struck her. This could be a golden opportunity for Gerard and Kristian to reconnect. Maybe it would spark a memory or two. After all, Gerard had once been an integral part of Kristian’s life.


    After securing the address, Kristian ordered Gerard to drive him to Lawrence’s facility. For Freya’s sake, he had to uncover how the injury had happened.


    As they departed, a storm of anxiety brewed within Gerard. He was teetering on the edge, torn between confession and silence.


    Revealing the truth to Freya was risky; Kristian’s unpredictable nature could lead to unforeseen consequences.


    Yet, remaining silent felt like a betrayal, especially given Kristian’s fragile mental state.


    Desperation wed at his insides. What was he supposed to do? He needed a way out.


    Kristian’s voice was sharp,ced with impatience as he observed Gerard’s sluggish pace. “What’s taking you so long?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing.


    “Nothing,” Gerard replied, his voice barely above a whisper, resignation tinging his words.


    A fleeting thought crossed his mind—maybe he could leave a clue behind for Freya to stumble upon when she eventually dropped by.


    But reality quickly sank in. Anything of real value Kristian might want had already been swept away by Freya. Chances were, she wouldn’t even bother setting foot in this apartment again.


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    Besides, unless he left something blindingly obvious, it would slip right past her. This wasn’t some mystery novel where every speck of dust held a clue—normal people didn’t catch on to tiny, hidden details.


    Still caught up in his swirling thoughts, Gerard’s eyes identally flicked toward the corner—and there, tucked near the ceiling, was a security camera blinking silently.


    A flicker of desperate hope ignited in his chest. Thinking quickly, he casually turned his back to the camera and, with a subtle flick of his fingers, formed an “X” shape behind him, silently praying the lens would catch the message.


    “What on earth are you doing?” Kristian’s voice sliced through the silence, suspicion threading his tone as he caught Gerard’s slight movements.


    With a calm demeanor, Gerard adjusted his sses and turned to face Kristian, masking any hint of his internal panic. “Nothing. Let’s go,” he said smoothly, hoping hisposure would dispel Kristian’s doubts.


    Kristian studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable.


    Then, his eyes shifted to the security camera, and a knowing smirk curled at the edges of his lips. “nning to send the footage to her?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual usation.


    “What?” Gerard put on an innocent front, his heart pounding. “Who?”


    Kristian’s smirk widened slightly as he casually slipped a hand into his pocket, his posture rxed yetmanding. “Destroy the footage for me,” he instructed, the change in his demeanor signaling a shift from suspicion to an eerie calmness.


    Gerard was far from foolish. Even as the stakes rose, his mind raced with strategies. His voice held a tinge of skepticism as he asked, “Are you absolutely certain about this?”


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