Chapter 209 Sending Her Home
Under Freya’s gentle and meticulous touch, she skillfully restored Pearson’s features, bringing back the vibrant charm captured in the photograph. Yet, the lifeless body before her no longer displayed the once lively blue eyes.
Completing the task left Freya perspiring, and she took a moment to rest, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Pearson, I hope you like the way I’ve fixed you up.”
Outside the room, Amy’s crying echoed.
After rising from her seat, Freya stepped out of the room to find Wilson and Amy waiting anxiously. She respectfully bowed to them before speaking, “I have finished preparing Pearson.”
Amy hurriedly rushed inside, closely followed by Wilson.
As Freya stood there, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by weariness, her body swaying slightly.
With a gentle touch to steady her, she looked up and found herself drawn in by Radley’s gaze, which held unfathomable depth and concern.
“I’ll take you back,” Radley uttered in a suppressed tone.
“I’m fine.” Freya started to object, but before she could finish, Radley effortlessly lifted her in his arms.
Surprised, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but she insisted, “Please put me down. It can walk on my own.”
Ignoring her request, Radley held her firmly, assuring her that he would return after taking her back home.
Reluctantly accepting his help, Freya gazed back at the room where Amy’s cries persisted. Fatigue. engulfed her, and she pressed her lips together, recognizing the toll the day had taken on her, both. physically and emotionally.
“Alright, but please put me down. I can manage on my own,” she reiterated.
Radley continued carrying her toward the car, seemingly impervious to her words.
As they drove through the suburban night, the sky adorned with stars, silence filled the car. Freya opened the window, inviting in the cool breeze to soothe her weary soul.
“I didn’t expect you to be such an amazing mortician,” Radley remarked, his tone casual yet intrigued.
Freya chuckled softly. “There’s much more you don’t know about me.”
Radley leaned back slightly, his hands resting on the steering wheel, and his face adorned with shimmering, dark eyes.
“I already know quite a bit about you. You’re impressive in business management, skilled in perfumery and music, and you’re the renowned Professor Harlan in the medical field. Yet, your true expertise lies in being an exceptional mortician.”
Radley’s tone was composed.
A smile played on Freya’s lips. “I can’t help but feel that you’re not exactly complimenting me.”
13
A hint of amusement flickered in Radley’s eyes.
“I just want to show you that I know more than you think. Do you have any more secrets up your sleeve?” Upon hearing Radley’s question, Freya fell silent for a moment.
“By the way, I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with confronting Stella during the seminar.” She changed the subject.
Radley let out a sigh. This abrupt shift in topic hinted that Freya harbored secrets he wasn’t aware of.
“I had someone personally escort Stella back to Capitael, so you don’t have to worry about encountering her in Vroria anymore. She won’t be a bother to you.”
Freya turned to look at Radley, a hint of melancholy in his charming features.
“So, how should I thank you this time?”
“As usual, treat me to a meal.”
After a moment’s consideration, Freya chuckled. “You’re not planning to trick Chris again, are you?”
When Radley invited her for a meal last time, they ended up at Chris’ restaurant, and the bill was directly charged to Chris.
The car continued on its way to Vroria.
Although Radley deliberately engaged Freya in conversation, her mood didn’t seem to lift.
The shadow of death from Pearson’s case seemed to loom between them.
When Radley dropped her off at the gate of the Kaufmanns, it was already half-past one in the morning.
“I’ll wait until you’re inside before leaving.”
Freya looked at the gate, hesitating. “You should go back first. My family probably doesn’t want to see you.” Radley fell silent for a few seconds, offering a bitter smile inwardly.
“Alright, go inside. I’ll take my leave.”
Freya watched Radley’s car drive away, then turned and recalled something important.
She hastily took out her phone from her bag.
During her work at the funeral parlor, she had the habit of keeping her phone on silent.
With Pearson’s sudden case today, after delivering him to the funeral parlor, she had put her phone on silent. Amidst the ensuing busyness, she had completely forgotten to call home.
Freya checked her phone and saw dozens of missed calls, her expression turning grave. This is bad.
She hurried inside the house, finding the living room brightly lit.
Sylvia and Braxton were sitting on the sofa, and Braxton appeared to have just returned, his face dark as he talked to Sylvia.
Upon seeing Freya, both of them looked up. Braxton’s eyes showed a mix of anger and concern.
“Where did you go?”
“To the funeral parlor.” Freya looked apologetic. “You know about Wilson’s son, right? I was preparing his body today, and I put my phone on silent. I forgot to turn it back on.”
Braxton fell silent, his brow furrowing.
Freya slowly explained Pearson’s situation to Braxton.
Listening to the whole story, Sylvia gradually let go of her worries.
“That’s enough, Braxton. You know your sister. When she used to work at the funeral parlor, she always kept her phone on silent.”
Braxton couldn’t say a word as he saw Freya’s fatigued and vulnerable appearance.
His eyes settled on her belly, and the anger that had been on the tip of his tongue dissipated.
“You’ve been busy the whole day, aren’t you afraid of wearing yourself out? There’s some food for you in the kitchen, go eat and then rest quickly.”
With a furrowed brow, Braxton took Freya’s hand and led her to the kitchen.
Freya had a smug smile on her face. When she saw Sylvia’s knowing gaze, she grinned sheepishly at her.
Despite not having an appetite, Freya obediently ate a substantial portion under Braxton’s watchful eye.
