Hearing these words at a time like this, Freya could only feel heartache.

Because of the good family environment her parents provided, she had had the utmost freedom.

As long as she did not hurt anyone, she could do anything she wanted, and she never felt it wrong to act recklessly.

However, now, she found herself wrong for loving Chris for more than 10 years.

Her biggest wish all these years turned out to be her biggest mistake.

She knew that she could not get away, so she just let him shackle her. She stayed like a cold sculpture in his arms and said coldly, "Chris, we're finished."

Chris seemed to have shaken a little.

He slowly released Freya and madness flashed through his eyes. "You can push me, but you don't ever want to leave."

Freya was agitated and lost control at that second. "Chris! What is this? Didn't you want me away from you as far as possible? Today, I'll grant your wish. I'll never see you or talk to you. Now get out of my face!"

Chris latched onto her arm. He exerted so much strength that his knuckles went white. "Freya, you started this first. You don't want to leave unless I let you."

Freya didn't bother to repeat that sentence and just kept struggling as a silent protest to Chris, as if she could drive him away if she won.

Chris did not let go of Freya either. He did not loosen the grip on her a bit.

When Joanne and Brian arrived, they saw the way they tangled.

Joanne knew these two people too well, and she already knew what was happening without asking. She dragged Chris away and signaled at Brian at the same time. Soon, only Freya and she stayed in the hallway.

Apart from her parents, Joanne had been the closet person to Freya in the world, and Freya trusted Joanne. Now, when her parents lay in ICU, the moment she saw Joanne, the mask she had been wearing crumbled at once.

She held Joanne tightly and her tears poured, wetting Joanne's shoulder.

"Freya, the most important thing right now is to treat uncle and aunt. We'll decide other things once they recover, alright?"

"..." Freya just cried and could not say a word.

Joanne stroked her back as if comforting a child. "Brian sent for the greatest doctors at home from those private hospitals to treat uncle and aunt. They'll be alright."

"..." Freya whined and nodded.

Joanne moved her lips and was about to explain why Chris had protected Maya. On second thought, she decided to give up.

Now, Freya was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and she must have connected her parents' car accident to the relationship of Chris and her. At this time, it would be useless no matter how hard she tried to explain.

She might as well wait until Freya calmed down and let Chris explain it in person. After all, they need to fix this together.

Joanne stayed with Freya for another short while and Brian returned. He told Freya. "The doctors have arrived, and they'll do their best."

"Thank you." Without the usual vigor, Freya's voice sounded infinitely hoarse.

After a while, Freya looked up, her bloodshot eyes slightly swollen. "Joanne, you two should go home."

"I'll stay..."

Freya stopped Joanne from continuing. "I want to be with mom and dad."

Joanne wanted to say something more but Brian signaled at her not to, so she had to leave following Brian.

On the first floor, they ran into Chris, who was in a hurry and even bumped into a doctor.

Joanne went to ask how he was doing, and he said he was fine. "You should go home. I'll ask the doctors about the injuries and listen to the consultants' advice."

Joanne obediently nodded.

After this, when Joanne lay on the bed again, it was already past three in the morning. She was unusually not sleepy, so she stirred in bed.

After putting up with her twisting and turning for a while, Brian had to shackle her with his arms. "Close your eyes and sleep!"

Joanne fiddled with Brian's shirt. "I was thinking if Uncle Norris and Aunt Norris would get well soon. And what would happen to Freya and my brother?"

"A dozen specialists are trying to answer the first question, just like you. As for the second one, you don't need to think about the answer either because it's a very simple one."

Joanne's eyes lit up. "And what is that?"

"It'll be up to your brother."

"... " "Ugh, it seems to be true."

Therefore, she did not need to worry about anything.

Thinking like that, she suddenly felt the drowsiness welling up inside her and soon fell into a deep sleep.

On the next day, many things happened.

First, the police had conducted a press conference to explain the situation of Mia's case and clarified that Joanne was not the murderer.

However, people had stopped following the murder case that had just shaken the Internet world a few days ago, because they all shifted their gaze onto Freya.

After the president of Norris Group and his wife had a car accident, the media revealed Freya's background. She was genuinely a kid from a wealthy family, graduating from a famous foreign university and close to Young Master of Clark Enterprise.

The interesting part was, though Freya's name was on everyone's lips again, they ceased to lash out at her anymore.

Then, her agency announced Freya's withdrawal from the match, and the users online posted that they totally understood that. Anyway, she had family background and connections, so the championship would mean nothing more than a toy from her childhood.

Even, some people suddenly cared about her and left messages for her that she must hold on.

However, Freya did not care about those irrelevant things at all.

She stood behind the windows of ICU for an entire night. At the end of the corridor, the windows turned from dark to light. She wanted time to fly by, but at the same time, she did not.

Or, she was afraid that after 48 hours, Mr. Norris and her mother would have to stay in ICU under observation.

After a sleepless night, Freya's face looked terrible and she also felt absentminded. Suddenly, she heard the continuous beeps of the machines, and next second, several doctors and nurses rushed into her parents' ward. A nursed blocked her outside the room. "Miss Norris, we'll give them first aid and you should be calm."

Freya pressed her hands on the windows and watched the doctors and nurses running around in the ward. The numbers and charts on the screens kept changing as if someone else had seized her parents' hearts.

For the first time, she felt so powerless, so useless...

The operation seemed to have lasted a century. The moment the doctor walked out, Freya stumbled to him. "Doctor, how are my parents?"

"I'm afraid Mr. Norris won't wake up in 48 hours, and your mother had a brain infection. Miss Norris, you might..."

The doctor's words sucked away Freya's last strength and hope. She felt her knees failing and the darkness surrounding her, and then she could not feel anything.

Nurses and the doctor rushed to support Freya. However, at this time, someone caught the falling Freya faster and picked her up.

Yesterday, the man had talked with the consultant specialists for hours, so the doctors all knew him. Seeing him frowning, they all comforted him. "Mr. Scott, don't worry. Miss Norris must have been tired. Set up a room for her to rest, and make her eat something when she wakes up."

Chris carried Freya into a private ward and carefully laid her onto the bed. He tucked her in but he still knitted his brows.

This was the first time he had seen Freya in such a terrible state and he suddenly feared.

If something really happened to her parents, the future of them two might never come. Even worse, Freya might torture herself forever by hurting herself.

He got up and walked to the corridor, calling his younger cousin, Wendy.

Wendy majored in medicine. Though she mainly studied in cardiac surgery, she had always been listening to classes on cerebral surgery out of curiosity and had collected much information on it.

"They're all super experts who graduated from top universities in North American or Europe. I've emailed you their profiles and contact information." Wendy said, "But cousin, I'll tell you this first. These two's schedules are full. It's hard to send for both of them to our country."

It was indeed hard. Even Chris had to wait for two hours to talk to these two. He offered a payment that could not be turned down, and the two people finally agreed to hop on the fastest plane to Chris's city.

After finishing the call, when he returned to the ward, he found Freya still in sound sleep.

Chris did not sleep last night either, so at the moment, he also felt tired. However, he still dialed Jack's number to ask him to check on Norris Group.

"It's still OK." Jack said, "The vice president can keep things under control for now, but in the future... a few guys on the board of directors, including this vice president... I can't really tell."

"Watch him." Chris ordered. "Call me if anything's up."

"Yes, I will." Jack hung up the phone, but he felt very absurd-Would his boss care about his own company, please?

Chris did not have any strength left to care about his own company. Resting his upper body on the sickbed, he almost fell asleep in less than a minute.

Freya could not sleep in like she used to do, because she still felt a heaviness in her heart even in sleep. When she woke up from a nightmare, the first thing she saw was the white ward and Chris at her bedside.

Even with his eyes closed, Chris looked evidently tired.

Freya did not want to think why Chris would look like that. She looked away, but intense tingles on her heart became even sharper.

How ridiculous! Under such circumstances, when she thought their future had crumbled, she still felt a heaviness and desperation in her heart.

Freya lifted up the blanket, ready to sneak out of the room. Nevertheless, when she got up, she felt dizzy, so she had to wait on the bed until the feeling faded. Finally, when she returned normal, she found herself having wakened up Chris.

He looked at her. "Go wash yourself, and I'll take you to eat something."

"I can go by myself. Maybe you can do me another favor." Freya said.

Chris knitted his brows and the next second, he heard Freya saying. "Please do not show your face again."

"You can't do this alone." Chris tried to persuade Freya with his practical value in real life.

"I know." Freya smiled. "But I'd rather be a loser than let you help me! Get out!"

Chris quietly clenched his fists and a fit of anger flashed through his eyes. However, his face still stayed the same and his voice still sounded gentle. "Never mind if you don't want to go out, because I'll have them send breakfast here."

Freya ignored him and walked straight to the bathroom.

She did not know how Chris did it, but the restaurant had been astoundingly quick. When Freya got out, they already laid breakfast on a simple dining table. However, she did not even look at it twice. Instead, she walked straight out the door.

Before she could take a few more steps, Chris grabbed her hand.

"If your parents' condition changes again and you pass out like you did in the morning, who can decide the next step for you?"

Freya considered and then sat by the dining table. She gulped them down, regardless of what was on her plate.