My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1830

I was no stranger to Freya's face and figure, but when I looked at her smooth, pale back, I recalled the scene I saw back then at the clinic. Taking in her recovered back, I could hardly believe that she had recovered so well in just over a month.

Frey a smiled happily and said, "I couldn't stand the loneliness, so I was very generous with my spending to recover fast....."

She stopped speaking and looked around for a moment. Then she leaned in and whispered, "Though the revealed part of my back is recovered, there are still scars underneath this dress that are still visible. Let's go home and talk. I don't want the paparazzi to catch sight of me!"

I was rendered speechless by Freya's words. Although I knew Frey a was a person who liked acting rash and couldn't stand to be lonely, the fact that she couldn't even stay a while longer in Mesville to let her beauty scars heal was a little surprising to me.

With Frey a and Aaron in the car, my journey back to the Moore family was filled with laughter and joy. I listened as she told us about the surgical skills Mesville had to offer along the way. It was both surprising and amusing, and everyone

chatted up a storm.

Once we entered through the Moore family's gate, her laughter instantly died down.

"You're back," Zachary said, standing in a cluster of greenery. He held in his hand, a drippy watering pot and a pair of scissors. He looked somewhat frazzled.

He had already long removed his former outfit as a university professor, his hair soft and droopy. His gray sports suit was thin and monotonous, which gave off the impression of a gardener.

A second ago, Freya was still in the highest of spirits. But her presence now was cold and icy as she beamed, "Why are you still here?"

As third parties, Aaron and I moved silently to the side as we did not want to be involved in their family matters.

Suddenly, Oliver ran out of the villa and hugged Zachary's leg and cried, "Daddy, come play with me!"

Zachary put the items in his hands down and picked Oliver up. He swayed Oliver in his embrace and coaxed him softly, "What about our agreement yesterday? You're a grown man, right? Have you finished your homework? You shouldn't be running around if you haven't."

Oliver pouted and looked slightly unhappy.

However, he did not throw a tantrum. He was a rather well-behaved boy.

Seeing that Oliver had calmed down, Zachary headed back to the villa, carrying him in his arms. "Let's go in and talk," he said.

Freya refrained from losing her temper in the presence of Oliver. Her face remained stone-cold and knowing her, this was definitely not a sign of softening of the heart.

As expected, upon entering the living

room, Freya took the child from Zachary forcefully. Since had been abroad for more than a month and had heavy makeup on, Oliver did not recognize her at first, and he е struggled to free himself. He

screamed and kicked as

did, but

the moment he heard his mother's

familiar voice, he quieted down immediately.

"Minnie," Freya called out to the maid, "Take Young Master Oliver upstairs to do his homework."

Freya was at the top of the hierarchy in the family and Oliver had known this since childhood. He did not cry nor make a fuss, and he allowed Minnie to hold his hand.

"Alright," she answered.

After Oliver had been brought upstairs, Freya's icy voice could be heard again. "Before I went abroad, I said that I didn't want to see anything related to you in the Moore family. You have lost your professor title and now you've lost the capability to comprehend simple words too?"

Zachary had cheated on his wife and was suspected of hurting others deliberately. After the incident blew up, the school was quick to remove any connections between the two. On that day, both their employment contract was terminated anda notice was put up to denounce his misbehavior. This sent his career on a downward spiral and he ended up unemployed with no income.

Aaron had informed me of all this during one of our small talks, though none of this was Freya's doing. When Zachary married Freya, the young heiress of the Moore family, the public was envious of him and constantly eyed him in anticipation for him to make a mistake. As soon as he did, the public was eager to trample him into the gutter.