In the restaurant of the clubhouse.

After eating for ten minutes, Joanne finally found that Freya stared at her mobile phone much more frequently than before, with a very weird smile on her lips.

"Brother," Joanne said to Chris, "check if there is a handsome guy hidden in Freya's mobile phone."

Chris glanced at Freya and replied, "No, it's her favorite thing."

"High heels?" Joanne asked while biting her chopsticks with confusion, "Freya, you can't wear high heels now, can you? Shouldn't you feel frustrated when you see them but can't wear them? Why are you still smiling so happily?"

Freya did not explain, but mysteriously handed the phone to Joanne and motioned for her to look at them herself.

Joanne saw that Freya had just posted three photos of a pair of shoes on Microblog, each of which showed that the shoes were very charming.

Indeed, the shoes were very adorable. They were designed to be elegant and unique.

"Well," Joanne could not help saying admiringly, "what's the brand of the shoes? It's so adorable."

Freya blinked, and there was a hint of pride in her eyes. "Freya brand."

Joanne did not react for a moment. "Did I forget this brand? Why have I never heard of this brand?"

"Of course, you haven't heard of it, but you know the founder of this brand." With it, Freya pointed to herself and added, "It's me."

Only then did Joanne understand. She looked at Freya incredulously. "You are the designer?!"

"Uh-huh," said Freya, "I just casually painted a pair of shoes for fun at that time. I didn't expect them to be so beautiful after they were made. Look at the comments on Microblog."

Joanne clicked on the comments, and they were all positive. Several well-known fashion bloggers made comments and hoped that Freya would reveal the purchasing channel or the brand name. They searched for a long time but failed to find any useful information.

However, if this pair of shoes was designed by Freya, they must have been made by Chris. Chris could not have made more than one pair of shoes.

In other words, there was only one pair of such shoes in the world.

Joanne gave Freya a thumbs-up and a look of admiration.

She had known Freya for so many years, and for the first time, she knew that Freya was so talented in design.

If she had known this earlier, she would have persuaded Freya to major in design after going abroad. If so, Freya might have become an internationally famous designer.

"The only pity is that I can't wear them now." Freya stroked her lower abdomen and added, "I don't know when this baby will be born."

After this baby was born, she could wear her high heels and calmly appreciate everyone's look of admiration.

Joanne gave Freya a comforting look. "You'll have to be patient."

"..." Freya thought about it and could not refute it.

"If you feel pity, you can give them to me." Joanne looked as if she had considered everything for Freya, and said seriously, "I can help you wear them and appreciate everyone's look of admiration."

"..." Freya did not speak and seemed to be lost in thought.

Joanne thought that Freya was struggling, so she smiled and said, "Well, I'm just kidding. We wear shoes of different sizes. Even if you really give them to me, they don't fit me."

"No, I'm just thinking about something else." Freya suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, and a sincere smile climbed up her eyebrows from the bottom of her heart, making people think that she had seen a bright future.

Joanne was confused by Freya's appearance and looked at her with a puzzled look. "What are you thinking about?"

Freya said mysteriously, "I'll tell you after I think it over!" She was going to go back and discuss it with Chris!

"Okay." Then, Joanne turned to look at Yuna. "Yuna, hasn't Boss Hayes come back yet?"

Yuna shook her head and said, "Wesley just sent me a message, saying that he would come back late today."

Yuna did not seem to be interested in saying more, so Joanne dropped the subject and filled Yuna a bowl of soup. "You and Freya should drink much."

Yuna smiled and said, "Thank you."

After the meal, they split and went home. Yuna walked alone and walked the fastest.

Joanne looked at Yuna's back and held Brian's hand. "I received your message this morning."

"Hmm." Brian said, "Did you notice anything unusual about Yuna?"

"No, there should be also nothing unusual in the afternoon," Joanne said, "and if there was, Freya would send me a message. Actually, I want to know why you suddenly asked me to pay attention to Yuna."

"Wesley told me that Yuna still wanted to trade her for Mom," said Brian, "but she's now pregnant with Wesley's child, and I can't let her do that."

"Yuna hasn't given up this idea yet?" Joanne frowned and added, "I'll talk to her tomorrow."

Joanne might be able to persuade Yuna into giving up that idea, so Brian did not say anything more.

At this time, Joanne did not know that she had no chance to persuade Yuna.

In contrast, Freya was the most relaxed and happiest person.

Freya almost dragged Chris back to the villa, and her steps were so springy that she did not look like a pregnant woman but an excited child.

Chris was a little curious. "Freya, what are you going to tell me?"

"I want to establish my own shoe brand!"

Freya looked at Chris and pronounced every word clearly. She said it as seriously as she had vowed to Chris that she must marry him.

Chris looked at her carefully for a moment and found that Freya was not joking. He was stunned for half a second. "I don't object to your doing what you want to do, but do you know that it is very arduous to establish a brand?"

"I know it," Freya said as if she did not care at all, "but I will not be as tired as you were when you came back from abroad to start a business, will I? Since you made it, I can make it too!"

"But you are now pregnant and need to rest," Chris reminded.

"I'll just rest when I need to rest," said Freya, "and in the daytime, I can do what I want to do. Pregnant women are not so vulnerable!"

"If you want to establish your own brand of shoes, shoes come first," After that, Chris asked, "what are you going to do to solve this problem?"

"To design shoes," Freya looked relaxed and said with a smile, "I'll be the chief designer, also the only designer."

"Well," Chris said, "you should design shoes first."

He knew too well that Freya was always a three-minute passion person. After designing a few pairs of shoes, she would soon lose her passion for them. After another while, maybe she would even forget that she wanted to establish a brand.

But now, her passion was real. He had better not discourage her. It was the wisest choice to wait for her passion and impulse to fade away.

Freya was rushing into it, completely unaware of what Chris was thinking at all. She turned around and rushed to the study room on the second floor, took a piece of paper and a pen, sat down and began to paint.

Feeling Freya's passion, Chris had a headache and massaged his temples.

This time, Freya's passion might last... for six minutes. He should deal with his own affairs during this period.

Soon, it was ten o'clock. Chris took away Freya's paper and pen and said, "Go to take a shower and sleep."

After everyone fell asleep, Wesley came back, and Yuna was sitting on the sofa in the living room and waiting for him.

As soon as he entered, Wesley noticed Yuna. He frowned and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

"You came back so late. Did you go to deal with Aunt Iris's incident?" Yuna asked eagerly, "Is there any progress?"

"You don't need to know too much." Then, Wesley ordered, "Go to sleep!"

Before Yuna could say anything, Wesley's mobile phone rang.

Wesley took out his phone and saw a notice that there was a new email.

He thought of something, and his face suddenly clouded. He clicked on the email.

Sure enough, it was from Rowdy, containing several photos of Iris.

Iris was obviously weaker in these photos than she was yesterday. She looked much older than before, as if she had suddenly turned into an old people in her twilight years from an open-minded and lovely old lady. There was no trace of vitality in her at all.

In the last photo, Iris fainted on the ground.

It was very cold in Arlington in winter. If Iris lay on the ground like this, even if she was not injured, she would get sick.

Wesley's jaw immediately tightened, and the mobile phone in his hand was almost deformed by his pinch.

Yuna noticed that something was unusual. She stared at Wesley and asked, "Wesley, what message did you receive?"

Wesley took back his phone, pretended to be calm and said, "Nothing."

"Liar!" Yuna said flatly, "Rowdy sent photos of Aunt Iris again, right?"

"It's too late now." Wesley's voice was a little cold. "Go to sleep."

"Show me the photos." Yuna stretched out her hand as if she hadn't heard Wesley's words. "Give me your phone!"

Yuna would probably not be able to calm down upon looking at those photos.

So Wesley did not intend to listen to Yuna. He grabbed her hand and was about to take her upstairs.

Yuna struggled hard and added, "Wesley, Aunt Iris was kidnapped because of me. I should know what Rowdy did to her!"

"..." Wesley's face clouded, and he did not speak.

"I know what you're thinking. You think I'll feel distressed if I see the photos, don't you?" Yuna paused and suddenly lowered her voice. "But I'll feel even worse if I can't see the photos!"

"..."

Yuna finally pleaded, "Wesley, stop hiding from me that I should know."

Wesley loosened his grip on the phone.

According to Yuna's personality, hiding the photos from her could only hide Aunt Iris's injury from her at most, and it could not make her feel better.

However, the photos were so cruel that Wesley could not bear to let her see them.

Yuna noticed that Wesley was absent-minded, so she grabbed Wesley's mobile phone. Before the screen went dark, she had pressed the Home button, and the email sent from Rowdy came into her sight...