Chapter 39
Only those Matteo valued received such treatment. But Freya didn't believe Matteo valued Logan because of her; his help couldn't possibly stem from that. After all, since Logan's divorce from her mother, she had rarely seen him. He now publicly acknowledged only Raven as his daughter. The father-daughter bond between her and Logan had long dissolved. Sure enough, Logan continued, "With Raven here by herself, her mother and I are quite worried. We'd appreciate it if you could look after her more in the future."
Freya almost laughed. Raven and Matteo had only met after her marriage to Matteo. Raven knew about their relationship—how could Logan not know that Matteo was his other daughter's husband? He definitely knew. Yet, he shamelessly tried to play matchmaker between Raven and Matteo. This demonstrated how completely Logan had dismissed her as his daughter.
Matteo agreed. After exchanging pleasantries, Freya watched as Matteo waited for Logan to leave before departing himself. Given Matteo's status, such courtesy was usually reserved for a few elders in his family. Yet, Matteo clearly showed respect to Logan, all because he was Raven's father.
This reminded her of the few times Matteo had met her grandmother and uncle's family—he had always been cold and dismissive. Even when she cautiously brought it up, he'd never been willing to help her uncle. But his attitude toward people important to Raven was completely different. His treatment of her versus Raven was like heaven and earth. This must be the difference between love and indifference.
After a while, Matteo left. Much later, Freya entered Harris Garden.
That afternoon, after work, Freya went home to collect gifts she had prepared for Matteo's Wilson family elders before driving to the Wilson family estate. The estate was near the outskirts of the capital, with beautiful mountains and clear waters—a peaceful environment perfect for the elderly. The only drawback was its distance from the city center; it took Freya an hour and a half to reach it.
She parked the car and, carrying the gifts, hadn't even entered the house when she heard her daughter Isabella's cheerful laughter. Grandmother Wilson, facing the door, noticed her first and immediately smiled, "Freya is here? Quick, come sit by Grandmother." But only Grandmother Wilson was smiling. When her mother-in-law and Maria and her son saw her, their smiles faded. Freya noticed but no longer cared as much as she used to.
Pretending not to notice, she smiled, handed the gifts to the approaching butler, and walked towards the elderly lady. "Grandmother."
"Ah," the elderly lady beamed, pulling Freya to sit down, then frowned. "Why have you lost so much weight? Has Matteo been bullying you?"
Freya lowered her eyes and shook her head. "No, I've just been busy lately." This was half-truth, half-lie. Matteo hadn't bullied her, but her mood was often affected because of him. Besides, for the past two weeks, after work each day, she had been focusing on artificial intelligence research, often studying until past midnight. This was also partly why she had lost weight.
Before the elderly lady could speak, Maria let out a derisive laugh. "The way you talk, people might think your work is incredibly important, as if the entire Wilson Group couldn't function without you."
Maria's mother, Stella, sat nearby, the picture of an elegant society lady. She took a sip of tea and said coldly, "If you find working at Wilson Group so tiring, you might as well quit. After all, no one begged you to work there." Maria laughed, "Exactly! Though someone might be reluctant to—"
The elderly lady, who couldn't stand others speaking ill of Freya, was about to speak, but Freya beat her to it. "I've already submitted my resignation. Once the handover is complete, I'll leave Wilson Group." This statement stunned both Stella and Maria.