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    “I don’t think I’ll have avability anytime soon,” Lawrence admitted, wincing as pain pulsed through his entire body. “I’m dealing with some personal matters.”


    “How long will that take?” she persisted.


    “Not certain yet.”


    “Do you require my assistance?” Freya asked, clearly eager for his swift return.


    “That won’t be necessary,” Lawrence declined firmly. “I shouldplete everything by month’s end at thetest. Don’t worry excessively about Kristian’s condition; he’s only experiencing minorplications.”


    “Very well,” Freya conceded without further argument. “Call me when you return.”


    “I will,” Lawrence promised with forced pleasantness.


    After ending the call, Lawrence chuckled softly and provoked Jacob, “Why are you ring at me like that?”


    “You obviously have nothing pressing to attend to, so why lie to her?” Jacob challenged, his stare unwavering.


    “How do you know I have nothing important to do?” Lawrence remarked, ignoring the throbbing pain across his face and body as he rose and approached Jacob. He leaned against the back of Jacob’s sofa, deliberately invading his personal space. “I’m upied with the most significant endeavor of my entire life.”


    With a sickening crack, Jacob twisted Lawrence’s arm.


    Instantly, Lawrence’s bones creaked in protest, nearly shattering under the pressure.


    Lawrence broke into a cold sweat, agony contorting his features. “Ouch! Stop! It hurts!”


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    “Still spouting nonsense?” Jacob had abandoned all pretense of drowsiness, his entire presence exuding menace.


    “I’m speaking truthfully,” Lawrence whimpered, his confident facade crumbling under the pain. “I came to you specifically to resolve our lingering conflicts.”


    The chill emanating from Jacob intensified. In one fluid motion, he flung Lawrence’s hand away, rose to his feet, andmanded icily,


    “Get out.”


    “Jacob!” Lawrence called desperately after him.


    Jacob disregarded his plea and strode toward his bedroom, clearly determined to end their interaction.


    Lawrence lunged forward to block his path. “I genuinely came to find you this time, I—”


    “Leave.”


    “Can’t you just hear me out?”


    “I won’t say it again,” Jacob warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous pitch.


    “I understand the past wounded you deeply, and you’ve maintained this wall of ice between us for years,” Lawrence persisted, determined to finish what he’d started. “But please trust me, this time I truly…” His words shattered against Jacob’s fist as it connected with his face.


    Jacob, typically the embodiment of self-control, had finally snapped, his restraint dissolving into a frigid fury. “What gives you the right to ask for my trust?”


    Crimson droplets trickled from Lawrence’s split lip, his vision momentarily swimming. Never had he imagined Jacob would actually strike him!


    “Get lost,” Jacobmanded, his words crystallizing in the air between them, his demeanor transformedpletely.


    Lawrence, cocooned in privilege since birth, had never before been dismissed so unceremoniously. Yet here stood Jacob, repeatedly demanding his departure.


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