?<strong>Chapter 794:</strong>


    “I felt sympathy for her a moment ago, but she is so young and already so calcting.”


    Harsh whispers swirled around Sophie, causing her to tremble with anxiety.


    Freya approached Sophie, her fingers brushing against her shoulder with a disapproving click of her tongue. “See? This is what happens when you cross us. You need to understand who you can’t afford to offend in the future.”


    “Is that so?” A cold, cutting voice sliced through the air. The sound of rapid clicks echoed as high heels approached.


    Kallie strode toward them with purpose.


    Sophie felt herself being pulled away from Freya, and instinctively, she hugged Kallie, savoring the familiar warmth andforting scent of her mother.


    Sophie’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she fought back emotion. “Mom.”


    Kallie stroked Sophie’s head, her expression softening as she gazed down at her daughter. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m a littlete today,” she said.


    Sophie shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide. Kallie hadn’t beente at all.


    With a steely gaze, Kallie lifted her head, directing her cold stare at Freya. “Thank you for the lesson you just imparted to my daughter, Freya. Now, let me return your words to you. In the future, you should be more mindful of whom you can’t afford to offend.”


    Seeing Kallie’s radiant face, Freya couldn’t help but remember that yton had chosen Kallie over her. He had turned her down for Kallie, a woman who had given birth to three children.


    In a fit of desperation, Freya had threatened yton with the shipment, but he had responded calmly, his stance unwavering, “Compared to Kallie, that doesn’t matter. If you think causing me trouble will make you feel better, then go ahead.”


    Of course, Freya couldn’t follow through. It wasn’t a matter of fear. She had the capability to act, just like her father. Creating minor chaos at the port to disrupt the Morgan family’s shipments was child’s y for her. However, she knew offending the Morgan family wouldn’t bode well for her. Her father was a shrewd businessman. When it came down to profit or family, he would choose profit without a second thought.


    Freya’s unwillingness to ept this reality was like a thorn in her side. She had cried to yton, her voice trembling with emotion, “But she doesn’t love you. She doesn’t care about you!”


    yton merely smiled, a flicker of hope lighting his eyes. “I can wait. She will be with me soon. If you don’t believe it, just wait and see.”


    The memories reyed in Freya’s mind, each one a dagger to her heart. In truth, she didn’t love yton deeply. When she first heard of him, it was mere curiosity that piqued her interest—nothing more than a fleeting fascination. She simply struggled to ept the bitter truth that she had lost to Kallie.


    Freya dug her nails into her palms, the sharp pain snapping her back to reality. She sneered at Kallie, who remained unruffled. “Oh, nning to use your power to silence us? Go ahead. After all, we can’tpete with the Nixon family.”


    After saying that, Freya let out a heavy sigh, her eyes dropping like heavy curtains, as if they had been bullied into submission.


    Freya’s family had built a reputation for their iron-fisted dominance in the area. It was astonishing to see them appear so meek and subdued at this moment.


    Freya’s actions stunned the audience, leaving many to wonder if her words held any truth. Perhaps she was telling the truth. Challenging the Nixon family was a risk no one was willing to take.


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