You Are My Mr Right

Zane’s voice wavered, “Aren’t you indifferent to dad? Why bother showing up at the hospital?”

Freya maintained her composure, “I’m here to get the cast removed.”

“Humph, heartless as ever!” Zane grumbled, hurling curses her way.

Leo wanted to see her but she remained unfazed.

“Madam has done enough, otherwise, we wouldn’t have sought…” Linda began to explain.

“Linda,” Freya cut her off, signaling no need for clarification.

And he was Yolanda’s son!

Zane could think whatever he pleased; Freya paid no heed to his opinions.

In the hospital room, Leo seemed to have heard the commotion and called out, “Is it Freya?”

Freya pursed her lips and replied, “It’s me.”

“Come in, I have something to discuss with you.”

Freya hesitated, saying, “You focus on recovering.”

“Freya!” Leo’s tone grew stern. “Must I get up to find you?”

“Dad, don’t bother calling her. She’s heartless,” Zane grumbled.

“Zane, how can you speak like that?” Leo got out of bed and walked to the door, sternly addressing Zane, “Apologize to your sister!”

Zane reluctantly lowered his head. To avoid angering his father, he muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“Dad, I’ve apologized. Don’t be angry. Your illness can’t handle the stress,” Zane said with concern.

Leo’s coughing eased a bit. After catching his breath, he looked at Freya and said, “Speak with me, Zane, leave us alone.”

Zane shot Freya a disdainful look before leaving with reservations.

Freya brushed off his attitude, rolled her wheelchair, and told Linda, “Wait for me outside.”

Linda agreed.

She followed Leo into the hospital room. Seated on the bed, Leo looked at his daughter and said, “You know, my illness is severe, I might not have much time left. Thank you for finding a specialist for me. Do you still recognize me as your father?”

Freya remained silent, head bowed. Regardless of past grievances, seeing him in this condition erased any lingering resentment.

Leo sighed, “Perhaps my decisions were wrong. I shouldn’t have let you marry Elijah. If you want a divorce, I can help you.”

He had always demanded things of his daughter according to his own wishes, without considering what she truly wanted.

Freya was surprised, “Do you have a way?”

“Your grandfather worked as Jack Silverton’s driver for a lifetime, and he lost his life for him. If I talk to him, I might be able to persuade him,” Leo explained.

Freya hesitated. She had wanted a divorce from Elijah. Now that the opportunity presented itself, she felt a twinge of reluctance. But she remained clear-headed. She knew a meaningful relationship with Elijah was impossible.

“Do you want to divorce?” Leo asked.

Freya lifted her head and said, “Yes.”

“I haven’t done much for you. While I’m still alive, let me do something for you,” Leo said, his words carrying a hint of sadness.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Freya softly replied, “As long as you cooperate with treatment, things will get better.”

They both understood that complete recovery was unlikely. It was only a matter of how much time he had left. Leo sighed deeply. He knew Freya was comforting him.

“Hey, who’s this? What wind blew the mistress of the Silverton family here today?” Yolanda entered, seeing Freya and sarcastically remarked.

Leo asked her to leave, saying, “I need to talk to Freya.”

“Why talk behind my back?” Yolanda refused to leave, fearing that Leo might give all his money to Freya. She needed to prevent them from being alone together to avoid any manipulation.

Freya ignored Yolanda, rolled her wheelchair, and said to Linda, “Let’s go.”

Linda pushed her out.

Yolanda persisted, “You’ve always resented your father for arranging your marriage to Elijah. Now, suddenly, you’re showing concern for your dad. Do you have some ulterior motive?”

“Enough!” Leo scolded her.

Yolanda coldly snorted, ignoring Leo’s words, and warned Freya, “You’re a married daughter, water thrown out, don’t even think about the Stone family’s wealth, it all belongs to Zane.”

“I’m not dead yet, and you’re already thinking about the family fortune. Are you cursing me to die?” Leo was infuriated.

If he didn’t live long, it would be because Yolanda had exasperated him.

Yolanda patted him on the back, “What are you saying? You’re my reliance.”

Currently, she didn’t want Leo to die. She hadn’t convinced him to write a will yet!

Freya glanced at her, sensing her desire for the Stone family’s wealth, but she kept silent. Exiting the ward, she said to Linda, “Let’s go.”

Linda pushed her wheelchair.

Her cast was removed, and the doctor had advised her not to engage in strenuous activities for a while. After the cast removal, Freya consulted with a specialist about Leo’s condition. The specialist candidly informed her that Leo’s condition was grave, and he didn’t have much time left. Knowing her father’s situation weighed heavily on Freya.

“But we’ll do our best to extend his life, give him more time,” the specialist assured.

“Thank you,” Freya sincerely expressed her gratitude.

Leaving the hospital, she felt lost. Her mind was elsewhere. She didn’t eat much at dinner.

After a shower, Freya lay down. Elijah returned late, possibly caught up with work. He showered and wore a gray silk pajama. His tall and well-built figure looked good in anything, even pajamas, making him pleasing to the eyes. He lay down behind Freya. She had pretended to be asleep since he entered the room. Elijah’s arm encircled her waist, drawing her close. His chest was firm and warm. It sent her heart racing. Freya gripped the pillow tightly, keeping her eyes shut.

Elijah leaned toward her ear, “Are you awake?”

Freya remained silent, continuing to feign sleep.

After his shower, Elijah exuded a faint scent of mint. As he neared, a wave of heat followed, making her heart flutter.

“You’re not very professional at pretending,” he whispered, sounding amused.

He knew she was awake.

Freya shivered involuntarily as his body pressed against hers.

Dryly, she asked, “Why are you so late?”

“There were some matters to attend to; the next few days will be busy,” he said.

Freya responded with a soft, “Mm, it’s late, go to sleep.”

She dared not move or continue talking. She feared that things might spiral out of control between them. Elijah was a normal man. Holding the woman he liked, saying he didn’t want anything more would be a lie. However, their relationship had just begun to stabilize. He dared not be too aggressive and risk scaring Freya away. It had to be gradual. Now, she could accept him holding her while sleeping. Eventually, she would accept him as her husband.

In the morning, Freya woke early. During breakfast with Elijah, she took out a card and placed it in front of him, “I initially thought it was just the money for the painting, but I can’t accept… I can’t take it.”

“We are married. What’s mine is yours.” Said Elijah.

“I don’t know how to manage finances. Keep it with you,” Freya said, this time refraining from mentioning her intention to divorce him. Because she knew Leo might have already approached Jack Silverton. So, she couldn’t accept this card.

Elijah glanced at the card on the table and pushed it back, “You hold onto it.”

He continued, “Where do you plan to go today?”

Freya stared at the card, sighed, and said, “Nowhere.”

“Your leg is better. Do you want to return to work at the general hospital? I can arrange it for you,” Elijah suggested.

Freya gripped the milk cup tightly. She wanted to go back to work, but she couldn’t commit.

If everything went smoothly with her father, she might divorce Elijah soon and move to Stratos City. So, this job was off the table.

Elijah’s phone, left on the table, suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and answered. Whatever was said on the other end made his expression darken bit by bit.