NovelOnlineChapter 999: "Do you really have to be this cruel?" Felipe's voice cracked as he tried to hold himself together. This was never the ending he'd pictured.
Kristian met his gaze. "Stop reaching out to Farrah," he said, each word deliberate and unwavering. "Back then, if Freya hadn't stepped in, Farrah might have lost her baby because of you. Just being around you drags up memories she's been trying to forget." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Farrah's not like Freya. She can't just let go of the past, and she doesn't have Freya's strength. If you actually care about her well-being, do her a favor and stay away." Felipe opened his mouth to protest, but no words came. Kristian's words rang true. Back then, if Freya hadn't intervened, Felipe would have fought tooth and nail to end Farrah's pregnancy. He had doubted whether the child was even his. A doctor had warned that the pregnancy was dangerous for Farrah's health, and Felipe would never have allowed it to continue.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"But I'm still the father,” he insisted, his voice low, his shoulders rigid with frustration and guilt.
Kristian's retort cut him to the quick. "Are you trying to make Farrah regret keeping the baby? If you keep barging in and making things harder, she might start wishing she'd made a different choice." Felipe stood rooted to the spot, the sting of those words etched across his brow. For the first time, he wondered if his presence was only making everything worse.
"What am I supposed to do, then?" he queried, his tone tight with unease.
Kristian's answer was cool and measured. "When the baby arrives, set aside money for her every month. Make it obvious you're doing it for the child—not for Farrah. Give freely, Felipe. Don't hold back." Continue at Jalnov☐☐☐ Felipe glared, annoyance flickering across his face. Kristian made him sound like skind of cheapskate.
He quickly deflected. "And what about you? Freya's moved on, so why are you still hanging around Alerith? Doesn't everything here just remind you of her?" Kristian's gaze remained unreadable. “I have things to finish." Felipe pressed on. "What things?" "None of your business." Felipe's patience snapped. "Unbelievable! Every tI ask, you just say it's none of my business. Can't you givea straight answer for once?" Kristian's tone hardened. "I'm busy. Show yourself out." Felipe stood there, fuming, before storming off, muttering curses under his breath as he went. Once the door slammed, Kristian exhaled and walked over to his desk. He picked up the folder Gerard had delivered earlier- the results of the investigation into Ellis.
He had only flicked through a few pages before Felipe showed up. Settling back, his gaze drifted over the pages. This time, he read every line, his eyes lingering when he reached the part about Ellis leaving the special military organization. Relief softened his features for the briefest moment.
If Ellis was out, at least Freya would have someone capable of protecting her. He kept reading, memorizing details about Ellis's friends and social network, carefully skipping over the shadows of that mysterious organization.
By the end, he wasn't sure what to feel. It stung his pride, but everything Gerard had dug up and everything Kristian remembered-pointed to the sconclusion. Ellis was probably the right person for Freya. The man would take care of her.
Kristian's gaze lingered on the file, his expression unreadable as he processed every detail. At last, he closed the report and pushed it aside, frustration etched faintly across his face. The investigation had gone far beyond a simple background check. Gerard had tracked down acquaintances, pressed for information, and combed through every available lead.
But the deeper they dug, the more impenetrable the organization's secrets became. No matter how many dobre de mattechown doors Gerard knocked on, the answers always stopped short at a wall of silence—a secretive group, fiercely protective of its own.
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