Chapter 207 Unable to Sign the Contract
It was not until the evening that Sylvia returned home,
When she saw her mother, Freya immediately tattled, “Mom, Brax didn’t come home last night, and I don’t think he’ll be back today either.”
Sylvia smiled and said openly. “It looks like we should pay a visit to the Parker family some other day.”
Freya was speechless and could just sigh.
Sylvia sat on the sofa, saying, “Isabella is a nice girl, and we shouldn’t skimp on the dowry.”
Freya fell silent for a moment. “Mom, aren’t you thinking too far ahead?”
After finishing dinner with Sylvia, Freya retreated to her own room.
Lately, whenever she thought of Radley, her emotions became tumultuous, mixed with various other feelings.
She decided to focus her energy on urging Ink to deliver medical equipment for the past two days. She had made Ink quite miserable.
On Wednesday morning, Freya woke up early.
Today was the day she was to sign the contract with Wilson. Freya searched in her wardrobe for some plus-size formal clothes..
Her baby bump was quite noticeable, and wearing plus-size clothes could help cover it up.
After getting everything ready, Freya went downstairs and found Radley already sitting on the sofa.
“Brax, are you willing to come home now?” Freya glanced at Radley.
Braxton looked to be in high spirits, a far cry from the brooding figure with dark circles from a few days.
ago.
Indeed, Braxton was proven to be in a good mood when he teased, “What’s the matter? Haven’t seen your brother in three days, and now you’re missing me?”
Freya smirked. “Did you read the messages I sent you? Also, the plan for profit sharing with the Monaghan Group.
Braxton smiled, raising the documents in his hand. “I’m reading them now. It was just printed by Ayden,
still fresh.”
“You didn’t even have time to check your phone these past two days?” Freya clicked her tongue in disapproval.
Sylvia came out from the dining room. “Come over and have breakfast.”
They sat at the table, and Braxton chatted with Freya while eating.
“As for Wilson’s side, we didn’t put in much effort, and Radley is willing to split the profits with us. I think he has ulterior motives,” Braxton said.
Freya thought for a moment. “True, we didn’t invest much effort in the early stages, but we can make up for it later. The key is not to let the Monaghan Group suffer too much loss. Anyway, this collaboration is something we cannot afford to lose.”
Braxton chuckled helplessly. “You were the one who secured the West Geft reconstruction project when I was injured. Now, you’ve set your sights on Iternia’s diamond mine, and I can’t possibly outmaneuver you.”
Although he said that, Braxton knew deep down that the most significant potential profits for the Kaufmann Group in the next five years would likely come from these two projects.
The West Geft project might not yield high profits, but it could definitely be added to the Kaufmann Group’s list of accomplishments, boosting its reputation.
Braxton thought for a moment and asked, “Should I go with you?”
Freya smiled and replied, “It’s fine. We just need to sign a contract, and the details from the Monaghan Group’s side are all settled. I’ve reviewed it, and there’s no problem.”
After finishing their meal, Freya got up and headed outside.
She got into her car and prepared to drive to Ronald Manor.
Kaufmann Residence was not close to Ronald Manor. Driving there would take over an hour.
Just as Freya drove a short distance from Kaufmann Residence, her phone started ringing.
She pulled over to the side of the road and checked her phone. It was a call from Radley.
At this time, he should be on his way to Ronald Manor too.
Freya had a bad feeling as she answered the phone.
On the other end, Radley’s voice sounded cold and solemn. “Freya, we won’t be able to sign the contract today. Where are you now?”
“I just left Kaufmann Residence not long ago.” Freya was taken aback. “What happened?”
Radley’s voice came through, “Duke Wilson and Duchess’ only son got into a car accident around five in. the morning. They couldn’t save him! He just passed away!”
Freya felt her head buzzing.
She remembered Amy’s proud and happy expression when she mentioned her son.
“Where are you now?”
“They’re all at the hospital. Even though we can’t sign the contract, you should still come over. After all, we’re still business partners.”
Freya replied, glancing at her red purse. “I’ll go home to change my clothes and head over.”
When she entered the living room, she saw Braxton standing up with a serious expression. “Frey, I just received some news-”
“I know.” Freya interrupted and walked upstairs.
At that moment, thoughts of cooperation vanished, replaced by her overwhelming concern for Amy. She only wanted to meet Amy as soon as possible.
Freya drove to the hospital in a black dress.
Wilson was the Duke of Iternia and a member of the royal family.
The news quickly spread through all of Caltun’s media outlets. In just half an hour, the internet buzzed with the information.
Arriving at the hospital, Freya found Wilson’s bodyguards had cordoned off the building, forbidding any media personnel from entering.
Radley was already waiting within the cordon and immediately approached Freya as she arrived.
“How is Amy?” she asked anxiously.
Radley replied solemnly. “She just fainted from crying.”
The affection between Duke Wilson and the Duchess was widely recognized.
Their well-raised son was their only hope for a child at their age.
The deceased was supposed to be the next Iternia’s Duke.
Freya furrowed her brows and followed Radley through the corridor. They entered the morgue together.
As she entered, she saw Wilson standing silently beside a gurney, his tall figure now slumped.
He used to be a handsome middle-aged man. He seemed to have aged significantly in just a moment, with a look of utter desolation.
Freya glanced around and realized Amy was not there.
Wilson noticed the incoming person. “Amy woke up and wanted to see our son. However, she fainted again when she saw him,” he said hoarsely.
Amy felt heartbroken, as if she might follow her son soon.
Freya’s gaze fell upon the stretcher. Even though it was covered with a white cloth, the abnormal height. and the concave area made her realize something.
On the way here, she had heard the news playing in the car.
Young Wilson had been hit by a cement tanker truck while driving a sports car.
A collision between a sports car and a cement truck. It was easy to think about the fate of the people in the
car.
Freya approached slowly and stood beside the stretcher, She raised her eyes, filled with sadness and respect. “Duke Wilson, may I have a look at him?”
Wilson looked up at Freya, and his eyes filled with lifelessness.
“As you wish, but d-don’t be scared by my son. He’s a good boy, but had turned out like this-”
Wilson could not continue.
His body leaned against the wall, gradually bending downward.
Freya’s hand touched the edge of the white sheet. Radley stood next to her and said, “Freya.”
Her face showed no emotion, but her voice was gentle. “It’s okay.”
She lifted the white sheet, took just a quick glance, then closed her eyes.
