After Aunty Celine left, Mrs. Lynchmented. "I was quite worried. But seeing that The Lodge had arranged a babysitter to escort you back, they must really adore you. I''m relieved."


    Freya changed the topic. "Mom, isn''t Dad back yet?"


    "They will be moving the headquarters to Canberra soon, so there are many things they have to check on here in Melbourne. Your dad is very busy," Mrs. Lynch said and sighed with concern. "But quite a fewpanies have been approaching us for coborations after the public heard that Lynch Corporation managed to get the piece ofnd in Canberra. We''ve received many new projects recently and are much busier." 1


    "Mom, you have to remind Dad that earning money is just secondary. At his age, his health is the most important," Freya said.


    Mrs. Lynch nced at her. "Your dad is trying to stand up for you. Once Lynch Corporation grows bigger, he wants Rodney to take a good look at how the Lynch family''s daughter, whom he never cherished, has a higher worth than him."


    Freya burst out inughter. She was very touched." Actually, I''m already indifferent to it."


    "You are, but your dad isn''t." Mrs. Lynch carried Dani in her arms. She got more delighted the more she looked at Dani''s adorable face. "It''s good that Dani looks like you and not her father. Oh, I wonder when will your brother get married? I introduced him to a girlst time, but it went down the drain again."


    Freya''s heart skipped a beat. "Didn''t you say there was a possibility it might work?"


    "Yes, but your brother suddenly made things clear to thatdy a few days ago." Mrs. Lynch thought it was a pity. "She''s such a nicedy. I don''t exactly know what your brother''s type is."


    Freya immediately thought of Jessica.


    It was such a coincidence. To think Forrest dropped the idea after having that


    mealst time. Could something have happened between him and Jessica?


    Upon thinking that she did not manage to get any clues from Forrest thest time, she became even more eager to know what happened.


    Ryan was the one who booked the room. Perhaps he knew something.


    However, she did not want to ask him about it.


    She did not initiate conversations with Ryan on WhatsApp anymore. When she was bored, she would go with Mrs. Lynch to visit her maternal grandparents'' or rtives'' house.


    Within a week of returning to Melbourne, she had attended one banquet and two dinners in Mrs. Lynch''s ce.


    After all, the Lynch family was one of the top families in Melbourne, and they were close with the wealthy families there. At the end of the year, many partners and friends would send them invitations for year-endpany celebrations, marriage banquets, birthdays, or babies'' one-month celebrations.


    After dinner, Mrs. Lynch handed an invitation to Freya. "Adam of the Harrison family is getting married tomorrow. You can go and have a meal in my ce. Didn''t you use to have a good rtionship with Chase? The one getting married is his cousin. He will definitely be there." 1


    To be honest, Freya really did not want to go. Thest few times she ate out, she spotted quite a few mocking gazes, as if her divorce was a disgraceful thing.


    "Freya, I know people talk, but they''re just jealous of you." Mrs. Lynch saw through her thoughts. "Those mouths are theirs, and you can''t seal them. It''s fine as long as you''re happy."


    "Mm. I understand, Mom."


    Freya nodded.


    The next day, she received Ryan''s message while driving to the hotel. [Melbourne''s weather has turned cold. Remember toyer up.]


    Freya fired back: [I know how cold it is. I don''t need you to remind me.]


    Ryan: [You always give up warmth for fashion.]


    After seeing that message, Freya nced at her outfit.


    Melbourne was three degrees Celsius that day, but she was wearing a vintage woolen jacket. It was fine as she was in the car, but she would surely feel cold once she went out. However, as a divorced woman, she had to make a dazzling appearance to show people how stunning she was even though she was divorced.


    Seeing that the traffic light had turned green, Freya did not reply to Ryan. When she reached the hotel, she looked at her phone again, only to see that Ryan had transferred her some pocket money with a message: [A year-end gift.]