My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 210 Gratitude Expressed Publicly

After her late-night meal, Freya returned to her room and freshened up before finally lying down on her

bed.

Perhaps it was due to her long absence from the funeral parlor, but she felt uneasy today.

Gently caressing her abdomen, Freya couldn’t tell if it was due to her work or her current physical condition that

caused her discomfort,

“Baby, both you and Mommy have had a tough day. You must grow up strong and healthy,” Freya murmured softly

to her unborn child.

The next day.

Freya slept in until half-past ten in the morning. After getting up and freshening herself, she went downstairs for

breakfast.

After breakfast, Freya lounged restlessly on the sofa, feeling rather bored.

She thought about visiting Wilson and Amy, but she hesitated. The couple had just lost their only son and needed

the support of their close family. As a friend, Freya worried that her presence might be more of a burden than a

solace.

She decided to send a message to Radley. ‘Did you visit Wilson after leaving my place yesterday?”

Within three seconds, Radley replied. ‘Yes, I did. Wilson mentioned that Pearson’s funeral will take place in Iternia.

He wanted to invite both of us, but considering your health, I decided against it.

Freya sighed. “I understand.

Just as she put her phone down, a new message notification popped up.

‘Do you have time today? Aren’t you planning to thank me for helping to confront Stella?”

Freya stared at the message for a while before typing. Yes.

They agreed to meet at two-thirty in the afternoon.

After confirming the plans, Freya checked the group chat for “Striving for Humanity’s Reproduction!”

Since announcing the interview location, everyone had responded, and the interview was just a few days

away.

Brisa would be returning from her trip soon, and Freya planned to ask her to stay in the lab.

With her plans in place, Freya put her phone down and rested in her room after having lunch. By one o’clock, she

got up again to freshen up and changed into a simple dress to meet Radley.

At one-thirty, Freya left home and headed to the Monaghan Group. However, as soon as her car left the Kaufmann

Residence, it was swarmed by a group of reporters with microphones and cameras.

Freya was taken aback, looking at the crowd of reporters in bewilderment.

Ever since Danna left Vroria, nobody had bothered her. So, what is all this fuss about?

Freya rolled down the car window, and the reporters quickly converged.

“Miss Kaufmann, at eleven o’clock this morning, the Iternia embassy in Vroria issued a public thank-you letter to

you. The Iternia royal family also released a statement expressing their gratitude for professional dedication and

efforts. What are your thoughts on this?”

Freya was stunned and left speechless. She had no clue about any of this.

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If there were only a few reporters. Freya could still manage the situation, but with so many of them surrounding her

car and numerous photographers present, she could only roll down the window.

“I’m sorry, I have something urgent to attend to right now, and I can’t grant interviews. As for what you mentioned,

it’s just part of my job. Can you please make way for me?”

At the front, the lead reporter hesitated for a few moments. “It’ll only take a few minutes of your time.. Please?”

Freya glanced helplessly at the reporters behind him. I don’t have much time for all of you. I have urgent matters to

attend to. Please excuse me.”

The reporters quickly made their way, and Freya drove toward the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she parked

the car and swiftly checked the news on her phone.

Wilson was a prominent Duke from Iternia, and all she did was prepare Pearson’s remains, yet she never expected

such an overwhelming show of gratitude.

As she read through the various news reports, a softness gradually appeared in Freya’s eyes.

Through her live streams and TV interviews, she consistently advocated for the mortician profession. There were

numerous misconceptions about this line of work in the public’s perception, and she had been. working hard to

correct those misconceptions.

There were many taboos-it was forbidden to say farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya had

even heard stories of morticians’ friends refusing to let them touch their children.

After reading the news, Freya finally got out of the car and called Radley.

“I’m here.”

Radley’s voice came through calmly. “I’ll be right down to pick you up.”

In a short while, Radley emerged from the Monaghan Group building. Freya curiously glanced behind

him.

“Where’s Connor?”

“I left early today, but he didn’t,” Radley replied nonchalantly.

Freya clicked her tongue. “Connor is such a workaholic

A faint smile appeared on Radley’s composed face as he looked at the car that Freya had driven.

“Let’s take my car.”

“Alright.”

Radley led Freya to a bustling commercial street.

“Why did you bring me here?” Freya asked.

“There’s still plenty of time before dinner, and I thought you could accompany me to buy something.” Radley

turned to Freya. “Since you came to express your gratitude, I assume you don’t mind.”

Freya’s lips twitched slightly, her words momentarily stifled.

Both of them exited the car, and Radley’s striking appearance quickly caught the attention of passersby.

Freya lowered her gaze, trying to minimize her presence. She clenched her teeth, hoping that people around them

would only see her as his assistant.

Once Radley stepped out of the car, he stayed close to Freya as they strolled into the shopping mall.

He noticed her furrowed brows, indicating her reluctance to be here with him.

Radley’s gaze lingered on Freya’s face-her fair, delicate skin; her elegant, petite nose; and those slightly pursed lips

with a seductive touch of red.

Radley’s heart was beating fast. She was absolutely captivating.

They entered the mall together. Wanting to express her gratitude, Freya said generously, “If you find anything you

like, it’s on me.”

Radley glanced at her and responded with a teasing undertone, “This mall seems good.”

Freya’s expression stiffened, and she retorted coldly, “Radley, don’t ask for too much, or I might regret

this.”

They began their leisurely stroll, and Freya pointed out several men’s clothing stores. However, Radley seemed

disinterested, sporting an icy demeanor that left the salespeople speechless.

Feeling a bit frustrated, Freya had to pull him away from the stores.

As they passed by a store with a colorful sign for children’s clothing, Radley came to a halt.

Freya turned to see the array of tiny garments and posters inside the store. Various outfits adorned the adorable

babies, making

“I resemble little cherubs sculpted from rosy jade.

Freya was instantly drawn in by the sight.

Radley looked at her. “Want to go inside and take a look?”

Ten minutes later, Freya had purchased enough clothes to dress a baby for an entire year. It was only when she left

the store that she realized Radley had paid for everything with his card while she was struggling to choose the color

of the bib. She felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Sorry for taking up your time. I’ll transfer the money to you,” Freya apologized.

Radley let out a faint smile. “No need. Consider it a gift for the baby. It’s perfectly fine.”

How can it possibly be fine?