"Byron, please don't say that." Freya clenched her fists tightly, and her nails dug into her palms. But she couldn't even feel the pain.
She could only feel panic, fear, and hatred.
"I used to be concerned about your mental illness and have always avoided telling you about it. But for your own good, I must tell you." Byron's attitude was firm. "After I deeply loved someone, I realized that my infatuation for you when I was young was not love. It was the illusion because I was overly grateful to you after you saved me."
Even if he had stayed with Freya for more than half a year, he had never held her hand, kissed her, and never thought of sleeping with her.
However, he had an almost morbid obsession with Athena's body.
"Illusion?" Freya burst into tears. "You want to use illusion to cover the beautiful past! How can you say so?!"
Byron looked at her. "Freya, you will always be my savior. I owed you in your last marriage. But I promise I will give you a wealthy life for the rest of your life. You... should find a more suitable man."
"Why are you so decisive all of a sudden?" Freya cried and laughed. "Because you met Chelsea, right? Are you not tired of finding a substitute? She's Chelsea, Rose's granddaughter. If she likes you, why did she take the initiative to call and ask me to take care of you?"
Byron didn't want to argue with Freya about whether that woman was Chelsea or Athena.
"I have told you my thought. You should go."
After saying that, Byron continued reading the contract.
Freya stood in the ward and cried. Seeing his firm attitude, she finally turned and left.
She went to the parking lot angrily.
When she was about to get in the car, she heard a voice she hadn't heard for a long time.
"Freya?"
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