The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

In the hospital, Kieran had no idea how long he had waited before the surgery light finally turned green. He saw the lead surgeon and a few nurses wheeling out the gurney.

When he spotted Freya lying on the operating table, Kieran immediately moved forward, only to be swiftly blocked by a nurse who said, "Sorry. The patient needs to rest quietly now, and she said she didn't want to see you." Hearing Freya didn't want to see him made Kieran's heart sink.

At that moment, Jarrett had received a call from the police department. He stepped forward and said to Kieran, "Mr. Sutton, our people just got there, and the female inmate is dead." "How did she die?"

"It was Preston."

At that, Kieran let out a cold laugh. So, it was Preston's doing. It seemed Freya and Preston were closer than he thought. Preston was not one to stick his neck out for someone he didn't value. "Let's settle scores with her later. Freya's injury is what matters now."

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It was already midnight, and he would have a significant meeting in the early morning. Audrey had made it clear that Kieran was to come home early, especially since they argued that morning. "You go back first. Send the documents for tomorrow's meeting to my phone. I'll stay here."

"You're... staying here?" Jarrett thought he had misheard. Since when did Mr. Sutton personally stay by someone's bedside?

"Enough talk. Just do as I say."

"Yes, Mr. Sutton."

As Jarrett was about to leave, Kieran said, "Wait."

"Huh?"

"Check if there's any place nearby for late-night snacks."

"Are you hungry?"

Kieran didn't respond, but Jarrett quickly understood Kieran wanted to get Freya some late-night snacks. So, he said, "I'll check right now!"

After Jarrett left, Kieran walked into

Freya's hospital room. The nurses

and doctors had left, so the room was quiet. Moonlight seeped

through the window, casting a cold aura. en

Kieran slowed his steps. Freya was asleep, obviously under the effect of anesthesia.

Kieran had never seen Freya sleep so close-up. She was a real knockout, catching your eye right away and then slowly making you fall for her even more.

But her face was marred with

bruises and wrapped partially in

bandages. The horrifying marks

on

her neck were distressing to even glanceat, not to mention the wounds on her arms and hands.

At that moment, Freya seemed like a hedgehog without its quills, a cat without its claws, quietly lying on the bed. Somehow, she didn't seem so disagreeable.

Kieran thought to himself quietly.

Just then, a nurse opened the door, frowning, and said, "Sir, only family members can stay for companionship. Are you family?"