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Sconversations were better had by Freya than by him.
Ethel, seeing how serious things had gotten, chose to stay quiet about what she’d wanted to say.
She'd find another tto bring it up. Now wasn’t the right moment—especially not with both her father and
Freya likely to disagree.
After breakfast, Hugh made a quick call to have Cheryl's birthday gift delivered ahead of them.
Around ten o'clock, a driver cto take them to Cheryl's house. When they arrived, Vivien crunning out
like an eager child, her face lit up with excitement. “Mr. Briggs, Freya, Ethel—you’re here! Please, cin.”
Freya's brows knitted together slightly, still uneasy with Vivien’s enthusiasm.
“Alright,” Ethel said brightly, her smile innocent as ever. “Calm down a little.”
“I see,” Vivien replied.
Freya quirked a brow, caught off guard by Ethel’s directness.
Ethel sneaked a glance at Freya, eyes sparkling with mischief, as if to say, “Don’t you think I'm being
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Freya let out a soft chuckle and ruffled Ethel’s hair with affection.
The three young women strolled in through the main gate.
It was a quaint little villa, standing all on its own—the very one Hugh had gifted to Cheryl and her daughter.
When it cto comfort and convenience, Hugh had never cut corners with them; he made sure they had
everything they could possibly need, even going as far as hiring a housekeeper to ease their daily load.
As Hugh stepped inside alongside the Briggs sisters, the rich, savory aroma of freshly prepared food floated
through the air.
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Before long, Cheryl appeared, carrying a pot of steaming soup in her hands.
“There you are, Hugh,” she said as she set the pot down on the table, her eyes shining with affection and cheer.
“Come, sit. The food's ready—we can start eating.”
Vivien gestured for them to take their seats, adding, “Everything on the table is homemade—my mom's
signature dishes.”
“Didn’t you have a housekeeper?” Hugh asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
He'd hired one specifically so they wouldn't have to worry about cooking, ensuring they had balanced meals and
a lighter routine.
“I gave her the day off,” Cheryl replied softly. “I wanted to cook for you myself—something special, since you
rarely cby.”
Her simple words struck a chord in Hugh's chest, bringing with them a flicker of guilt.
It was true—he hadn't visited much these days.
“Con now, let's eat,” Cheryl urged gently.
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