Chapter 275

“You can’t take this out on me and stop letting Odalys and me hang out,” Freya said cautiously, eyeing him warily.

Percival gave her a cold, intense stare. His voice was low and menacing as he replied, “If you ever try that again, I’ll break your legs.”

“Odalys, look at him!” Freya immediately shrank into Odalys’s embrace, her hands clutching tightly around Odalys’s slender waist. His eyes darkened slightly, scanning her hands for a moment. Percival observed her curling into Odalys’s embrace.

Freya quickly pulled her hands back. “We’ve cleared everything up, so I’m leaving now,” she said, not daring to stay longer. She turned on her heels and rushed for the door, almost colliding with the bodyguards. Grabbing her car keys, she drove off in a hurry, looking as though she might fly away.

Odalys watched Freya’s car drive off into the distance, taking a long while before pulling her gaze away.

“My father adopted her. I don’t interact with her much. Only when something comes up. We don’t live together.” Percival seemed to sense her possible misunderstanding, quickly offering an explanation to Odalys.

Seeing Odalys remain silent, Percival grew anxious.

He continued, “She doesn’t live at the Stewart Villa. We set her up in an apartment before, but now that she’s rich from being a celebrity, she returned it. She’s living in her own place now, one she bought with her own money. She does have some connections, and yes, some came from the Stewart family, but most of what she has now is because of her own abilities. We only reach out when there’s a real need, and we don’t really bother each other.”

Odalys stayed quiet, still processing everything.

“I didn’t know she was your sister. No wonder she said her cousin was in good health, handsome, and rich. It turns out it’s you,” Odalys said, her tone tinged with helplessness.

Percival’s face immediately darkened.

“My health is just fine,” he stressed, his voice firm. It was as if he were trying to prove that, if necessary, he could show off his perfect abs or a defined V-line to her, without a second thought.

“I think Freya is a good person and knows her boundaries. Besides, I’m not mad, just surprised that you’re the ‘cousin’ she was always talking about,” Odalys said with a shrug.

Just then, her phone started buzzing nonstop. It was all messages from Freya, professing her loyalty and devotion.

“You’re not angry?” Percival’s voice was low, observing her closely, his gaze scrutinizing her every expression.

Odalys shrugged again and said, “Why would I be angry?”

“Good. By the way, when Callum was watching a variety show, he saw Freya trying to set you up with a boyfriend. He even said he was worried she might actually steal you away from me,” Percival added casually.

Odalys’s lips twitched in amusement as she turned to head upstairs. Percival hurried to follow her. When he saw her go into the bedroom, he wanted to follow her, but before he could, she shut the door in his face with a loud bang.

“Get some rest,” Percival said in a low voice.

“I will. You too,” Odalys answered without turning around.

After hearing her response, Percival stood still for a moment, then slowly walked toward his own room.

Odalys took a shower and was drying her hair when her phone rang. It was Freya calling, and Odalys answered with a sigh. “I’m really not mad.”

“Odalys, you’re really with my cousin! You know, when I saw you for the first time, I thought you looked so much like him!” Freya said excitedly.

She added, “When we finished filming that variety show and you called him Percival, I was totally shocked. I panicked! I was so scared. I was worried that if my cousin found out I was trying to steal you away, he might actually break my legs. I know he’s usually a nice guy and calm, but you’re his wife, and there I was, trying to set you up with another man.”

Freya paused, her voice shaking as she continued, “I can’t even think about it. When I apologized earlier, his eyes were so sharp, I thought I was done for.” Clearly, she was really scared of Percival.

“What’s so scary about him?” Odalys asked, somewhat confused.

Percival was a reasonable person. Unless someone crossed his bottom line, he generally wouldn’t make things difficult for others. But if someone pushed their luck, it could be hard to stop things from getting out of hand.

“He’s not scary. I’m just worried you might ignore me. I haven’t slept properly for two days over this. I’ve been on edge, and today at dinner…” Freya’s voice trailed off softly.

Upon hearing this, Odalys instantly understood.

“You saw his car outside the spaghetti place today, didn’t you? That’s why you suddenly turned and ran?” Odalys said, finally piecing things together. Odalys had sensed something was off with Freya earlier. Freya had bolted, and right after she left, Percival’s car had pulled up.

“Yeah. I saw his car. I was scared he’d scold me,” Freya said, chuckling at herself. Then, she collapsed onto the bed and rolled over twice.

“You’ll have to protect me from now on. As long as you’re around, I won’t be afraid of him anymore,” Freya said, seeming to focus on something. She hesitated for a moment, then asked quietly, “Odalys, you know medicine, right? Could you help my cousin? He’s not in good health. There’s a rumor going around that he’s dead, and a lot of people are hostile toward him, just because he’s rich. They’re hoping for his death, but he’s actually a really good person. He’s done a lot of good things.”

“He’s not just sick. He’s dying,” Odalys replied softly.

Freya fell silent as she listened. Odalys was right. It was the truth. Freya couldn’t argue with that, though she wished the Stewart family didn’t have to come to an end like this. If such a good person died, it would be such a loss.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door. “Freya, get out here!” Edie’s voice called from the other side. Freya jumped in surprise, staring at the door that had been kicked in. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach.

“Odalys, I…” Freya’s lips moved, but she didn’t dare speak. If Odalys finds out the truth about Edie, would she stop liking Percival? Freya wondered to herself.

“I’ll be right there,” Odalys said coldly. Even through the phone, Odalys could tell it was Edie’s voice. Plus, Freya had been having a rough time lately. The last time, she had almost been tricked by Sophia, letting Rafael take advantage of the situation. And now Edie was going after Freya. This couldn’t be good.

Odalys quickly changed into casual clothes and grabbed her canvas bag, heading out. When she opened the door, she saw that Percival seemed to be heading out as well.

“Edie went to find Freya. I need to go over there,” Odalys said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Percival grabbed his car keys and followed her.

“I’ll go with you,” Percival said.

Odalys snatched the keys from him and replied, “No, I’m going alone. You’re already a dead man to outsiders. If you show up, they’ll figure things out.”

“Besides, I can handle Edie myself,” Odalys added. She slipped on her white sneakers, walking quickly as she disappeared from his view after just a few steps.

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