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    “In order to do things, I have to honor that agreement first.” Lawrence got it all out in one breath.


    Freya pressed her lips into a line. That was how it should be.


    But still… she had a gnawing feeling that whatever deal they’d struck wasn’t anything good.


    “If you’re that desperate to know, you’ll have to wait until Kristian’s memory and thinking are fully back on track.”


    Lawrence thought it over, then added, “If he’s willing to tell you, then I’ve got noints. It wouldn’t vite the agreement.”


    Though reluctant, Freya agreed. “Alright.”


    “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.” Lawrence didn’t want to keep talking. He knew if he did, he might let something slip.


    Freya had wanted to ask more questions at first, but she already knew it was pointless—Lawrence wouldn’t give her a single word more.


    She decided it was best to hang up on him.


    For the next two days, she doted on Kristian with care and attention, and to her relief, he was perfectly cooperative.


    Just a few days shy of Christmas, Isaac finally made his appearance in Alerith.


    “I’m heading to the airport to pick up your dad. Do you want toe with me or stay home?” Freya asked Kristian, giving him the choice.


    Kristian didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go with you.”


    He didn’t want his dad showing up at all. But under the circumstances, there was no stopping it. Better to go along—at least then, his dad wouldn’t get the chance to speak ill of him when Freya was around.


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    Freya gave a nod and took him to the airport.


    In the car, Kristian seemed slightly unsettled. “Freya, is my dad really strict?”


    “Not at all. He’s actually nice,” Freya replied truthfully. “He really does care about you.”


    Impossible—this was Kristian’s first thought.


    Judging by the tone of theirst phone call, his dad sounded like a piece of work.


    “Is heing to take me home?” Kristian asked, his eyes wide and earnest. “I don’t want to go back. I just want to stay with you.”


    Freya hesitated for a beat. Kristian’s mental age had now reached seventeen.


    As long as she properly introduced his family to him and filled in the gaps of his past, he could keep his condition a secret.


    Maybe he could even return home for Christmas.


    “Freya,” Kristian called her name again.


    “He’s just here to check on you,” Freya replied gently, choosing not to say too much for now. She’d discuss the rest with Isaacter.


    When they reached the airport, Freya asked the driver to pull over by the curb. Momentster, Isaac emerged from the terminal.


    Freya stepped out to greet him.


    The driver assisted in loading Isaac’s luggage before they all got into the car.


    Kristian sat beside Isaac, while Freya took the seat up front.


    “You’re not even going to say hello?” Isaac said, spotting Kristian by the window, looking distant and clearly unwilling to speak. He pressed, “Since when did you get so rude?”


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