Elijah had a premonition of the severity of the situation.
Upon hearing what Freya said, his expression darkened.
He was angry, not just because of this matter, directed at Freya.
But more because of the malicious nature of this matter!
“Can you resign?” he asked.
Freya was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to say such words at this time.
“Why?” she couldn’t understand.
“If you hadn’t accepted the job offer to replace Wesley Donaldson, I would have taken you, maybe gone to Country F to live, everything there had been arranged, this matter might not have happened, no one would have been hurt, and I could have given you everything…”
“So, you think this is my fault?” she was at a loss, “I know, she wouldn’t have suffered this disaster if… It was my fault, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
She looked at Elijah, “So, do you blame me too?”
Elijah fell silent for a moment, “Just calm down first…”
“How can I calm down?!” Freya suddenly raised her voice, realizing she was getting emotional, it wasn’t appropriate here, and lowered her voice again, “I was already feeling terrible, and now you’re telling me it’s all because of me, do you know how much pain I’m in?”
“Do you know how I would feel if this happened to you? You escaped, someone else suffered for you, do you still want to be stubborn?” Elijah was truly frightened.
The incident caused by Ronan was a close call, while this time it was even more serious.
Freya stared blankly, dumbfounded, at him. She remained silent, there was some sense in Elijah’s words.
She bore some responsibility for this matter, she was very aware of it.
She was unforgivable.
“In your eyes, am I being stubborn by working?” Freya thought Elijah understood her, but she was wrong.
“Even if it’s not stubbornness, you have your own dreams to fulfill, it’s okay to pursue a career, but you’re already married, shouldn’t you think about our family?”
Freya smiled bitterly, “So, if I’m married, I should give up work? If that’s the case, why am I still with you? Is it to let you constrain me? What does marriage mean to me?”
“You two, stop arguing.” The hospital room door suddenly opened.
Sacha stood in the doorway.
Both her face and eyes were swollen.
She had cried so hard last night.
Freya realized she shouldn’t argue with Elijah in front of the hospital room door.
“I’m sorry,” she regretted and blamed herself.
At this moment, Sacha needed to be cared for.
And she was still worrying about her family matters, arguing with Elijah here.
It was inappropriate.
“I’ll help you inside.” Freya walked up to her.
Sacha didn’t move, she looked at Freya, “Are you two arguing because of me? If it’s because of me, then I don’t want you to argue.”
“It’s not because of you,” Freya explained, “it’s our own problem.”
Inside the hospital room, Freya closed the door, helped Sacha sit down, and asked softly, “Are you hungry? I’ll get you something to eat.”
Sacha shook her head.
After venting all night, she was now somewhat calmer.
She looked at Freya, “Do you think… Evan and I, will he still be willing to marry me?”