Just as Freya was mulling over it to no avail, Jefferson went to see her again.
That time, Jefferson did not get her to go to the interrogation room. He had no one following him too. It was a private meeting.
"Jefferson, I've been thinking about it all this while, but I still can't figure out who I've offended." Freya was not looking at her best, but she was still somewhat level-headed.
"Freya, I'm very sorry." Jefferson had never apologized in such a solemn manner to any of his childhood friends before. It puzzled Freya, but she soon seemed to grasp what he meant.
Freya didn't ask anything.
She was waiting for Jefferson to speak.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. It's all because of me. Those people tried to frame me the last time too, but they failed. Later on, they framed my subordinate. And this time, they had set their eyes on you," Jefferson said.
Freya, who was confused all this while, finally understood what was going on. She did not resent
Jefferson for it. In fact, she felt relief, and she said, "Jefferson, it's not your fault. I don't blame you for it. However, since they're acting so flagrantly, then they must have other vicious plans in mind too. You must watch over Adrienne; you can't let her get hurt.”
"Freya..." Perhaps if Freya had scolded him, Jefferson would feel much better. But not only did Freya not blame him, she was worried about Adrienne's well-being. It made him feel even more guilty. If it weren't for him, Freya wouldn't have been framed in that manner.
Jefferson continued, "I'll protect both you and Adrienne, but you'll have to bear with it for a couple more days."
"I'm happy to see that your enemies are thinking so highly of me. It proves that our friendship is strong enough for all to see," Freya said calmly. "All of us are of the same age, except Adrienne who's three years younger than us. For many years, we've regarded her as our sister. I don't want to see her being sad anymore, especially after her parents' death."
Jefferson understood all of what Freya was saying.
Freya added, "Jefferson, is it possible that what happened between Freddy and that woman is also staged?"
"The DNA test results of the victim's child are out. It is indeed not Freddy's. Like you, he was probably framed because of me," Jefferson replied with a nod.
After hearing what Jefferson said, a faint smile appeared on Freya's face. Although it was just a weak smile, it was obvious that she was rejoicing internally. "It's good that he didn't let my love for him for so many years go to waste."
"We know how he feels about you, and we know what kind of a person he is too. He wouldn't do such an absurd thing, if he wasn't set up," said Jefferson.
Freya laughed, but the laughter soon turned into tears. She was not crying because she was sad, on the contrary, those were tears of happiness. "Fortunately so... But I was being impetuous. I deemed that he had an affair with another woman without even hearing him out. He must be very sad that I divorced that impulsively."
"I think the perpetrators have done a thorough investigation on you. They know that you're not the type to tolerate cheating. That's why their tricks worked on you," Jefferson assured her. They must've thought very highly of Jefferson. In order to deal with him, they even investigated his friends' interests, hobbies, and personalities.
"Jefferson, can you please tell this to Freddy for me. Tell him not to worry about me. I will definitely be able to leave this place. Also, after I leave, I will marry him again, as long as he's willing to." Freya really regretted her rash actions.
Jefferson nodded. "Sure, I will let him know."
Freya piped up again, "Jefferson, please ask Bruce and Tommy to proceed with caution too."
"Alright." After that experience with Freya, Jefferson had already made all the necessary preparations. He would not allow Bruce and Tommy to be dragged into the mess when Freya hadn't even been released.
Freya was indeed a smart woman. With just a little hint, she managed to think far ahead.
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