My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 402 Jamie’s True Colors 

When Freya walked into Edward’s room, Jamie stood by her side and was attentive to her every move. He quickly pulled out a chair and joined her when she sat down.

However, Edward hesitated before saying, “Frea, I’ve heard from Jamie about my condition. I have stomach cancer, and it might be advanced-stage, right?”

A wave of sorrow washed over Freya. She reached out and gently held his hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can to help you get better.”

He glanced at their intertwined hands, finding comfort in Freya’s support despite the grim circumstances. He knew it would demand a lot from her, but with his life on the line, he allowed himself to enjoy this final indulgence. He squeezed her hand and said, “Thank you for being here with me.”

She offered a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Now that you’re awake, we can run some tests that we couldn’t do earlier. Can you stand?”

He tried to get up, but his prolonged bed rest had weakened him. As he wobbled, Jamie quickly supported him. Then, they headed to the medical equipment room, where Freya conducted the necessary tests. Afterward, she accompanied Edward to his bed, with Jamie trailing behind. She stayed for a while before exiting the room.

Once outside the room, Jamie’s demeanor turned indifferent, contrasting his earlier demeanor.

However, she shot him a scornful look before turning to leave.

He followed her until they exited the corridor and asked, “Why didn’t you use the medical equipment 1 brought from Caltun?”

Jamie’s attentiveness surprised Freya because she hadn’t expected him to notice. So, she retorted, “That equipment is for drug research, not running tests.”

While talking, they reached the living room. She glanced at the clock and said, “It’s past five. I’ll head back to my room after dinner. Mr. Fraser, is there anything else?”

“Go ahead.”

After dinner, Freya retreated to her bedroom, gathered her change of clothes, and entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several deep breaths, checked for surveillance devices, and approached the toilet.

She opened the toilet tank cover and retrieved a sealed bag containing a makeshift “mobile phone.” It was just a circuit board with numerous circuits and other components attached. Then, she took a chip from her sleeve, its golden circuit lines gleaming in the light.

With all her tools ready, Freya began assembling them. Time was of the essence, as her bedroom was under surveillance. Her usual bathing time was about thirty minutes, and she couldn’t afford to raise any suspicions with Jamie.

After a while, her makeshift “mobile phone” was complete. Although it was operational, it still looked oddly strange. She held a wire and gently touched a chip on the board to test it. A number appeared on the screen. So, she quickly dialed Radley’s phone number.

However, her phone was piggybacking on the medical equipment’s signal, and it didn’t have a phone number. Plus, due to her limited access to electronic components, each call lasted only about ten seconds. Without the capability to receive signals, she could only speak but couldn’t hear any responses.

“I hope Radley’s phone isn’t set to block unknown numbers,” Freya whispered, seeing a signal light on the circuit board illuminate. “Radley, it’s Freya!” She paused and continued, “I’m in Floravalea! The three professors I was working with have been kidnapped. Tell Braxton that the Strategist is Jamie

Fraser! We’re in a Floravalean-style villa surrounded by red maple trees. The courtyard has a tall white wall, at least 16 feet high!”

Her words were concise, but her battery was running low. Freya had only glimpsed the villa’s garden, and the towering walls blocked her view, leaving her with no other clues to offer Radley. She added, “No matter what happens, I love you.”

The signal light on the circuit board went out, indicating the battery had died. She quickly disassembled. some electronic components and flushed them down the toilet. Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling, and moved one tile aside after a struggle to hide her phone. She carefully replaced the ceiling tile, believing it to be a safe hiding spot.

Freya turned on the faucet, quickly wet her hair, and hastily put on her robe before leaving the bathroom. Sitting at the vanity, Freya dried her hair, her heart pounding with anxiety. She didn’t know if Radley had. heard her. After drying her hair, she went to sleep.

The night seemed endless.

In Caltun, Radley arrived at a private airport, dressed castially and accompanied by Connor.

“Mr. Monaghan, we must make arrangements before heading to Floravalea.”

Radley accepted a hastily packed suitcase from Connor and said, “I’ve informed Braxton and Inken about. Freya’s situation. You stay in Caltun and assist me in investigating the situation in Floravalea!“

Connor watched as Radley boarded the plane, then turned and left with a concerned expression.

Meanwhile, at the Kaufmann Group, Braxton was furious as he reviewed a pile of documents. “It turns out it’s Jamie Fraser!” He clenched his teeth, angrily flipping through the files.

His secretary stood nearby, somewhat nervous. “Mr. Kaufmann, these are all the documents Mr. Fraser previously handled.”

After receiving Radley’s message and discovering that Freya was in Floravalca, Braxton planned to rush. over immediately. However, Inken advised against it, stressing that Radley should go alone. Then, Inken had asked Braxton to scrutinize Jamie’s personal information and all the documents he had handled, hoping to uncover any clues.

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Braxton massaged his temples, deep in thought. There don’t seem to be any issues with the documents Jamie handled. He managed to stay hidden right under our noses! NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Then, a sudden realization struck him, prompting him to reach for the phone on his desk. He dialed Inken’s number. “I just remembered something crucial, Inken. Jamie’s younger brother, Edward, owes his life to Frey. And Jamie survived a life-threatening situation thanks to Frey’s surgical skills.” He seethed angrily and muttered, “What an ungrateful b*stard!”

Inken asked grimly, “So, Jamie was hospitalized in Caltun. Which hospital was it?”

“Caltun General Hospital!”