No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 72

Chapter 72 The Netizens Made Freya Cry?

Freya calmed down her emotions for a while. She couldn’t let her brother worry about her anymore, and it was her brother who was suffering the most.

She sai up straight. “Brax, Isabella won’t mind this.”

“But I do.” Braxton’s expression was serious. “Frey, you must promise me that you won’t tell Isabella about this!”

“I- Freya bit her lips.

“The Parkers only have Isabella as their daughter. The inheritance of the Parkers in the future will depend on her, and she loves children so much. She should have a complete marriage.”

He felt guilty. During the period she stayed here at night, I—”

When they broke up. Isabella had been resentful and had caused trouble for him. She had deliberately done things that he didn’t like.

Braxton had been avoiding her all along, but recently, because she had to take care of him and they had to spend a lot of time together, he couldn’t avoid her anymore.

The woman he deeply loved was sleeping by his side, and she was outgoing and bold. She would kiss him directly, and his mind was in chaos.

Freya pinched her palm. “What about you? Shouldn’t you marry the person you love?”

Braxton smiled. “Isabella and I are different. The Kaufmanns still have you. When you marry a good man in the future, your baby can inherit the Kaufmann Group.”

She glared angrily. “No!”

“Braxton, give me your medical records. Maybe this disease can be cured!”

He laughed. “Okay, okay. Stop crying.”

When Freya came out of the hospital, her eyes were swollen like peaches.

She could hold back in front of her brother, but after getting into the car, she leaned on the steering wheel and silently shed tears. Her emotions collapsed. She cried silently at first but sobbed uncontrollably later while gasping for breath.

Freya went home and went to bed with red eyes.

The next morning, when she woke up, she felt like her eyelids were sticky, and she couldn’t open them.

When she washed her face, she looked in the mirror and saw that her eyes were swollen.

She went to the Kaufmann Group without wearing sunglasses, despite her swollen eyes, She went straight to the top floor office without paying any attention to it.

At noon, she asked Ayden for Braxton’s medical records.

The injury was much more serious than she had imagined. Braxton only said that it was in the past, but he didn’t mention that the knife almost injured his organs.

If the knife went a little deeper, her handsome and proud brother would have to wear a urine bag for the rest of his life. How painful would that be?

Ayden replied to Freya, Mr. Kaufmann doesn’t want anyone to know about it. He was in the hospital for half a month but he told Madam that he was on a business trip.”

“What about me?”

“At that time, you were staying in the Monaghans anonymously, and Mr. Kaufmann didn’t want to inform

you.”

“What happened to the man who injured my brother?”

“He escaped, and the police are still pursuing him.” Ayden said.

Freya put away the shocking medical records and went to the bathroom with a cold face.

When she came out, her face was icy, but her eyes were swollen again.

She rightly clenched her fists. No matter what, she must cure her brother!

After lunch, Ayden stayed in the company, and Freya drove to the Joint Department.

As soon as she parked the car and entered the Joint Department, she saw many people stealing glances at

her.

She frowned. Yes, her eyes were pully. What was there to look at?

When she was about to reach the office door, she met Radley coming out.

Freya was in a bad mood and decided to go straight to her office.

Radley grabbed her wrist. His face was cold and his gaze locked on her eyes. “Have you been crying? Who bullied you?”

Freya frowned. “It’s none of your business.” She shook away Radley’s hand and went into her office.

Outside her office, the man’s face was cold as ice as he stood in the hallway.

Connor said, “Mr. Monaghan…”

“Go find out what happened.” Radley pursed his lips. When he saw Freya’s swollen eyes, a sudden stabbing pain pierced his heart. The pain, which came out of nowhere, momentarily surpassed the boundary between the two of them.

Connor responded with a sound.

But before he could find out, chaos erupted online.

Sotneone posted a picture of a work permit with a photo in the morning.

There was a photo attached to the work permit, and it said “Caltun Funeral Parlour.”

Under the department name was a photo of a woman looking at the camera with shimmering eyes and stunning beauty.

The mortician was Freya.

The person added a comment. A mortician is someone who applies makeup to the deceased. Ironically, such an unlucky person would come online to post makeup tutorials. Don’t the dedicated fans of DiligentFrey feel it’s bad luck?’

‘She’s teaching you all the same makeup she learned to apply on the deceased! Isn’t that cursing yourself? She is pretty evil. And you all aren’t even aware she’s cursing all of you by doing this!”

The post was made in the morning, but it didn’t spread quickly at first. Now someone has posted it on DiligentFrey’s fan page, and chaos ensued.

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“This woman must be a psychopath to be able to work with dead bodies every day!”

‘Don’t talk nonsense. Morticians are a noble profession!”

“But just thinking about it is scary. I would definitely faint if I saw a dead body.”

Yes. Different causes of death can result in different appearances of the body. I wonder if Freya has ever dealt with something like gigantism?”

‘Anyway, she’s definitely not an ordinary person. How could she not be afraid? Doesn’t she have any fear?”

Among the netizens, there were three types of opinions regarding morticians. One type thought that morticians were great, but they were the minority.

The majority were in a state of fear, born with a natural aversion to corpses. They were mostly discussing why Freya would choose this profession, especially since she was a young lady from the Kaufmanns.

The last type of netizens were those who criticized Freya.

Freya must be cursing you all!’

“Yes. She doesn’t need money. Why would she do this? My grandfather told me that these people know some dark and evil spells for self-defense! Didn’t she deliberately post many makeup tutorials for the dead in her live broadcast before? Could she be practicing some kind of dark and evil spell?”

Once public opinion on the internet started, all kinds of sensational rumors began to spread.

Most netizens loved the most exciting guess.

In Radley’s office, he looked at the trending topic online with a cold face.

Connor stood on the side and said, “We didn’t find out what happened to Miss Kaufmann these past few days. There’s only this trending topic online. Maybe Miss Kaufmann was crying because of it?”

Radley knew about Freya’s profession as a mortician.

Therefore, his mother always said that Freya was unlucky.

But he didn’t have any aversion to the profession. When he saw Freya’s swollen eyes, he looked at Connor.

Connor weakly suggested, “Mr. Monaghan, should we take down this trending topic?”

“No need.”

Taking down the trending topic was useless. What needed to be changed was people’s opinions.

Radley opened his own Twitter account, which had a lot of followers, but he had never posted anything on it. He only let Connor use it to share some announcements and activities from the Monaghan Group.

He typed a few lines with the keyboard but felt it wasn’t enough, so he opened a search engine.

Connor stood by and watched Radley’s serious expression, silently mocking that even during important meetings, Mr. Monaghan wasn’t as serious as he was now.

In Freya’s office, Freya took two pieces of ice and placed them on her eyes with a towel. She looked up at the sky for a while and then switched to warm water.

Alternating between cold and hot was the fastest way to reduce swelling.