My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 I Don’t Want to Find a Girlfriend

After returning to the hospital ward, Freya went to the public restroom in the hallway.

Then, she tore the paper into pieces before flushing it down the toilet.

After that, she went back to the ward with Braxton’s report in hand.

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Sylvia was already there and waved eagerly when she entered. “I heard from Braxton that you went to retrieve his report. Why did it take you so long?”

Freya forced a smile and replied. “There were too many people in line.”

“I see. You’ve been here all night taking care of Braxton. It’s time for you to go home and get some rest. I’ll be with him during the day, and there are also two caregivers here, so don’t worry.”

Upon hearing her mother’s words. Freya realized that she was truly drained.

She had something on her mind. After giving some instructions, she left.

As she drove toward the Kaufmann Residence, her brow gradually burrowed.

When she stopped at a traffic light, she looked down at her flat belly.

I can’t believe that a little life is growing inside of me right now.

Upon arriving home, Freya sat in her room and thought for a long time before finally making a decision.

She decided to give birth to this baby.

Despite that Radley was a sc”mbag, the child inside her belly was hers.

She was confident that she could raise a child well on her own.

As she made up her mind, her mood slightly calmed down. The first thing she had to do now was to control the news and keep Radley from finding out about her pregnancy.

Fortunately, her belly was not showing yet. Therefore, there was still time for everything.

After spending a night in the hospital, it was time for a shower and to catch up on sleep.

Before going to bed, she checked her inbox. She didn’t feel like chatting with anyone yesterday due to the sudden incident.

There were messages from Edward.

Frea, I’ve arrived. Why are you not at home?”

Frea, are you alright? Are you not going live today?

‘Frea, are you okay?!”

The messages came one after another, and the last few messages showed his growing concern and panic.

With that, she replied to Edward’s messages.

The other person who messaged her was Isabella.

It was a screenshot of Danna’s tweet.

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I deeply regret my previous actions. I was afraid of disappointing everyone, so I said the investor requested to replace me without careful consideration. I didn’t expect it would cause so much trouble. I’m truly sorry.

It was a long post, but Freya only read the first sentence and didn’t bother the rest.

She knew that all the comments below were probably from Delgadians.

As Freya stared at Isabella’s message, she was lost in thought.

When Braxton was in a coma, he called out Isabella’s name. There had to be something that happened. between the two of them during those two years before she lost her memory.

She knew her brother well. He was usually carefree and casual with his friends, but he was gentle and protective of her.

After all, he was the president of the Kaufmann Group, who had supported the family for so many years with his ruthless and decisive actions. Therefore, few people could get close to him.

She believed that Isabella had a place in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called out her name at his most vulnerable time, when he was under anesthesia.

Starting tomorrow, she would take over the work at the Kaufmann Group.

Although her mother was watching over her brother in the hospital, she couldn’t stay up there day and night.

Freya frowned. Then, she thought of the car accident again. She felt that the accident was more complex. than it appeared, and she needed to take time to investigate this matter.

Despite everything, there was a shortage of personnel to take care of Braxton.

Ah, perhaps this is an opportunity?

With that, Freya typed a message and sent it to Isabella. Izzy, my brother just got into a car accident.

She was testing to see Isabella’s reaction.

In just a few minutes, a video call came through.

Upon answering the call, she noticed Isabella’s usually cheerful face turn pale, while the latter asked in a trembling voice, “What happened to Braxton?”

Surprised by her friend’s reaction, Freya felt a twinge of guilt as she looked at the person on the screen.

Then, she quickly comforted Isabella. “He was injured in a car accident, but he’s out of danger now.”

As she watched Isabella’s face gradually improve but still anxious, she gently said, “Izzy, there’s something I need your help with.”

Freya intended for Isabella and her mother to take turns looking after her brother.

In fact, she could have asked Matthew for help, but she wanted to match her brother and Isabella.

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Without hesitation, Isabella agreed and hastily asked for Braxton’s hospital room number before hanging

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Freya chuckled. Since she hadn’t gotten much sleep all night, her drowsiness had finally set in.

At 4:30 p.m., Freya was awakened by her servant.

It was Edward who had come.

There was sweat on his forehead, indicating that he had rushed in from the entrance.

Looking at the young man. Freya felt warm in her heart. “Have a seat. There’s something I want to talk to you about,”

Edward’s gaze was fixed on Freya as he scrutinized her from head to toe. “Frea, it’s good to see that you are okay!”

As he spoke, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried all night and unable to sleep well.

The two sat down, and Freya got straight to the point as she said, “Edward, you don’t have to come to my house every day now. Just come over on weekends.

Hearing that, Edward seemed a bit anxious. “Why? Is it because of the online attacks from those crazy people that your mood is affected now?

“No, my brother has been dealing with some issues recently, so I have to take charge of the Kaufmann Group for the time being. I won’t have much time to make videos and live broadcasts every day.” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing that, Edward pursed his lips and quietly clenched his hands on the side. “Can I help you with anything else? You pay me a salary. I can’t just work on weekends.”

Freya thought for a moment. After she took over the Kaufmann Group, Braxton’s assistant, Ayden Carr, would assist her, so she wouldn’t need any additional assistance.

“You can think of it as a vacation I’m giving you.” Freya smiled. “You’re at an age where you should be making friends, and now you have some extra time to hang out with them, or maybe even find a girlfriend to go on dates with.”

She spoke casually, but Edward turned his head away gloomily.

“I don’t want to find a girlfriend. His voice was a little stiff.

Freya thought he was just embarrassed, so she smiled and suggested, “Well… Let’s film a video today since you’re here.

He clenched his fists and stood up to follow her.

Although Freya’s gaze was accommodating and her tone of voice carried some understanding, her attitude was reminiscent of an adult trying to coax a small kid.

Edward tightly pursed his lips as he battled with a melancholy expression in his downcast eyes.

I am just three years younger than Frea, but why is she treating me like a generation apart?

What can I do to change her perception?

What should I do to let her know that I’m already an adult man?

Freya didn’t live stream yesterday. As soon as she started the broadcast today, some of her old fans came flooding in.

The comments section was full of chatter.

‘Frey, did you play hooky yesterday? Were you out on a date or what?”

‘Frey, you were slacking off! I’m going to report you!”

All kinds of teasing and caring comments popped up, and Freya’s mood improved a lot.

The makeup style that she chose today was less challenging and stimulating than usual. Sitting in front of the camera, she started doing her makeup tutorial for the day.

While she demonstrated the tutorial, she also discussed some health tips with her viewers.

Freya’s knowledge was astounding to the viewers in the live broadcast room. It seemed like there was nothing she didn’t know about.

When it came to the pharmacology of traditional medicine, she analyzed it with great expertise.

A traditional medicine practitioner commented, ‘Are you studying traditional medicine?”

With exaggerated false eyelashes, Freya smiled and replied, “Not exactly, but it’s pretty close to your

answer.

At once, the screen immediately filled with various guesses, but none of them hit the mark.

Freya smirked and said, “I study forensic medicine.”

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