Chapter 151

In someone else’s car, Freya dozed off for a few minutes, but she wasn’t sleeping soundly. When she opened her eyes and saw Harry retracting his hand, she didn’t think much of it and asked, “Are we there?”

“Almost there.”

Two minutes later, the car arrived at the hospital. Harry carried Daisy out of the car and said to Freya, “Do you want me to have someone take you back?”

Freya shook her head: “No need, I’ll drive back myself.”

Harry didn’t insist.

As they were about to leave, Freya’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Matteo: “Grandma is going to visit your grandmother later. Let’s all go back to the Miller family together.”

This message needed a response. She picked up the phone and called Matteo.

Matteo quickly answered: “Hello?”

Freya: “I’ll go pick up Isabella and bring her over.”

By saying this, she was implying that she didn’t expect Matteo to want to go back to the Miller family with her. After all, whenever she wanted him to go back with her, he always found excuses. And her family didn’t necessarily want to see him either.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Matteo replied: “Okay.”

Once Freya heard that, she hung up the phone and turned the car toward Matteo’s villa. When she arrived, Isabella had already packed her bag and was ready. Seeing Freya arrive, she curled up next to Matteo without moving, turning her face away from Freya. She was still angry that Freya didn’t take her skiing last week.

Matteo looked at her and suddenly paused: “Did you not sleep well last night?”

Freya didn’t expect him to ask this. Maybe it was because she hadn’t put on makeup, and her hair was a bit messy. Her lack of sleep was obvious.

She coldly replied with a “Mm” and didn’t intend to elaborate. Just then, the housekeeper interjected: “Did you have insomnia? We have some excellent sleep-inducing incense. I can place it in your room later—”

Freya explained: “I usually don’t have trouble sleeping. It was just that I went camping yesterday, and I’m not used to sleeping outdoors.”

The housekeeper frowned: “What’s so fun about camping in the winter? Don’t catch a cold.”

Freya smiled and replied: “Winter camping is fun. You can have snowball fights, build snowmen, play hide-and-seek… The atmosphere is just better.”

Other people at the camp were indeed having a great time. She actually felt a bit envious.

Matteo listened thoughtfully, putting down the newspaper and looking at her. Isabella, however, felt irritated and even more upset. Last time, she didn’t comfort her. But camping was so fun, and Mom didn’t take her!

Isabella grabbed her bag, jumped off the sofa, and snorted as she ran upstairs. Freya frowned but didn’t say anything. Before she could speak, Matteo put down the newspaper and calmly said: “Isabella, come back.”

Matteo’s tone didn’t carry any anger, but Isabella immediately stopped. She pouted, turned around, and stood still without moving. Matteo glanced over. Isabella lowered her head, dragging her schoolbag, walking back in silence. But she didn’t go to Freya’s side. She held Matteo’s hand and acted coquettishly, saying, “Daddy, come with us, okay?”

Matteo didn’t look at Freya and lightly brushed Isabella’s small nose. “Daddy has something to do. Be a good girl and listen to your mommy.”

“Got it.” Isabella said reluctantly, glancing at Freya, and when she reached Freya’s side, she reached out her hand for Freya to hold. This was her way of making up with her.

Freya held her hand and, after saying goodbye to the butler, they left the house. When they arrived at the Miller family home, Grandma Wilson had already been there for a while. Seeing that only the mother and daughter had arrived and not Matteo, Grandma Wilson immediately frowned. “Where is Frank? Is he busy again?”

Freya: “Mm.”

Grandma Wilson angrily picked up her phone to call Matteo, but Freya’s grandmother already knew that Freya and Matteo were about to divorce, and she felt that there was no need for him to come over anymore. She stopped Grandma Wilson, saying, “He’s busy with work. I understand, so don’t push him.”

They entered the house, and Isabella went upstairs to play video games with Hugo. Freya stayed with the two grandmothers to chat. When Grandma Wilson saw the two paintings Freya’s grandmother had recently painted, she was delighted and, upon learning that they were created with the calligraphy and painting tools Freya had given her for her birthday, she became very interested in the set. She was so pleased that she mentioned, “What about Frank? Did he not prepare anything?”

“He did.” When mentioning Matteo, Freya’s grandmother became a little unhappy, but still said, “He sent a set of master-grade jade jewelry. The embroidery picture he brought was also quite good.”

Grandma Wilson smiled. “That’s better, at least he seems to have listened to me.”

Freya didn’t say anything. After a while in the study, the two grandmothers came out to the garden to have tea. Freya’s grandmother casually mentioned, “It’s strange, this house was being renovated day and night recently, I thought the owners were in a hurry to move in, but suddenly the work stopped.”

Grandma Wilson laughed, “Maybe something happened, and they didn’t move in.”

“Maybe.”

As for this house, Freya had considered selling it, but was worried it might end up being bought by someone from the Brown or Green family, so she hadn’t done anything about it. She hadn’t even gone inside to check it out. Since the Green family had been involved, she didn’t want to step inside. So, the matter had been left unresolved.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly sneezed, feeling a chill down her spine.