Chapter 198 False Treatment Plan
Wilson pulled his wife along with him, glaring at Radley.
Radley glanced back indifferently, and the two locked eyes, neither willing to back down.
Freya chuckled. “Amy, we can only meet again tomorrow.”
Amy sighed helplessly. “I’ll take my lion’ back home, and you take your ‘tiger’ back home, let them both. cool down.”
After leaving the Ronald Manor, Freya sat in the passenger seat and turned to look at Radley.
“This cooperation opportunity is hard to come by. Aren’t you afraid of angering Wilson and losing the chance to work with him?”
Radley drove the car and replied, “Approaching him earlier was to let him see our strength. Now that he understands, he should know that there are few better choices for him in the country.”
The Monaghans and the Kaufmanns were top-notch enterprises and collaboration within the same city
was rare.
Freya checked the time. “It’s already 11:40 a.m. If you hadn’t argued with Wilson, I would probably be having lunch by now.”
A smile flashed across Radley’s face.
“I heard that Chris recently opened a new upscale restaurant. Let me take you there to try it.”
Freya thought of Chris’ pitiful club and sushi restaurant.
“Is Chris planning to settle down in Caltun again?” Freya sighed. “With the Hollands’ influence, someone will probably come to take him back soon, right?”
“He can avoid them.”
The two of them had a meal at Chris’ new restaurant.
Later, Radley drove Freya to West Geft Joint Department.
Recently, every time Freya came here, she only sought Brandon to learn joinery, and she rarely dealt with the affairs of the Joint Department.
She returned to her office and called in a few managers to discuss the project’s progress.
The reconstruction of the entire West Geft could be completed by the end of the
year.
Freya calculated and realized it was already autumn, and the progress seemed faster than she had predicted.
“Have you encountered any difficulties recently?” Freya asked casually.
The managers looked at each other and answered cautiously. “We encountered a few problems before, but Mr. Monaghan solved them all.”
Freya was slightly taken aback. “I see. You may leave now.”
Radley had never mentioned the problems they encountered during the project.
Freya sat in her chair and pondered for a while. The relationship between her and Radley had changed.
It was no longer just a friendly partnership, as she had previously thought.
This change caught her off guard, and by the time she realized it, it had already happened.
Freya thought for a moment and went to Brandon’s office.
Brandon was holding his phone and video chatting with Trisha at that moment. When he saw Freya enter, he quickly called her over.
“Come here; Mrs. Lane misses you. She even asked me about your health.
Freya sat beside Brandon and took the phone, smiling at Trisha in the video.
“Mrs. Lane.”
“Freya, how have you been recently? I haven’t seen you in a long time. Trisha smiled affectionately. “Bandon told me you will give birth in over two months.”
Freya nodded. “Yes, a little over two months, and there’s still a long way to go.”
She repeatedly reminded Freya to pay attention to various things, even cautioning her to watch her step while walking. She said that even a minor fall could be serious during the final stages of pregnancy.
Freya nodded along.
After ending the video call, she suddenly felt relieved.
Regardless of how her relationship with Radley might change, the people who loved and cared for her would always be there.
She felt truly blessed.
Freya deliberately avoided Radley in the afternoon and left her office without saying goodbye.
After driving back to the Kaufmanns’ Residence, she received a call from Amy.
Amy was frustrated and complained about how stubborn Wilson was.
Amy was over a decade older than Freya, but perhaps because Wilson spoiled her, her personality was as childish as a teenager’s.
Freya chatted with her casually.
They naturally talked about Amy’s son.
A young man who was only nineteen years old.
Freya asked, “Didn’t you say your whole family came to Florin together? I hadn’t seen him when I visited. Florin recently.”
Amy’s anger disappeared when she mentioned her son, and she replied with a gentle laugh. “He was staying in Iternia before this. This is his first time abroad, and he’s been having fun all the time, probably
going a bit wild.”
Freya laughed. “Nineteen is the age to have fun.”
After chatting for a while, Freya hung up the phone. The car also arrived at the Kaufmann Residence.
She got out of the car and went back to her bedroom.
A message popped up on her phone’s Instagram, sent by Radley.
‘Have you arrived home?’
Freya hesitated for a few seconds before typing. “Yes.
She thought Radley would at least ask why she didn’t say goodbye or something like that.
Then she could have seriously told him they had no relationship.
But unfortunately, Radley didn’t ask at all.
Freya suddenly felt a bit lost.
After having dinner with her mother and brother, Freya called Isabella.
Her phone was still turned off.
Freya’s expression turned cold. Isabella was not in trouble; otherwise, her family wouldn’t be so quiet.
It had been nearly half a month since she felt heartbroken and disconnected from her circle of friends.
Freya knew she couldn’t delay Braxton’s matter any longer.
She had originally wanted to find top-notch medical professionals in the field of medicine, but she didn’t. have time anymore.
Freya sent messages to the three people she had previously selected and went to The Green Flamation. forum to ask Ink to help her purchase a batch of precision instruments for research and deliver them to a villa she owned in Caltun.
After everything was done, she began to work on a virtual treatment plan.
The plan needed to be reasonable and had to deceive Braxton.
She added many professional terms, the ultimate goal being to make Braxton feel he somewhat understood it and that there was hope for his illness.
She finished writing the treatment plan past midnight.
She carefully checked it again to ensure that there were no mistakes.
Braxton didn’t have much knowledge in the field of medicine, so it was normal for him not to understand. it. But who knows if he would seek advice from someone else.
Freya thought, momentarily, and the person Braxton was most likely to seek advice from was Ethan
Griffiths.
She sent a message to Ethan Griffiths, ‘Dr. Griffiths, could you do me a favor? If my brother comes to you to discuss the treatment plan, no matter what it is, please tell him it’s feasible.
Ethan didn’t reply. Freya checked the time and knew that he was probably already asleep.
After everything was done, Freya was exhausted.
She climbed into bed, hugged a U-shaped pregnancy pillow and slept on her side.
Although she told Braxton she was healthy, her sleep quality decreased as her baby bump grew and her due date approached.
Lying down, she always felt a bit breathless from the pressure on her belly, so she could only sleep on her
side.
