My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 272

A disdainful snort escaped Freya as she listened to the reporter’s question. “Your imagination is quite vivid, but if

you rely on slandering others to gain news coverage, being a journalist doesn’t grant you immunity.”

In this short moment, the commotion and conversation between Freya and the reporter had attracted the attention

of the people around them. Heads turned, and gazes were cast.

Some were sympathetic, while others wore mocking expressions.

Freya frowned and was about to ask the reporter to leave when a male voice came from behind her. “Get

lost.”

Matthew emerged from behind Freya and looked coldly at the male reporter.

“Which media outlet are you from?”

The reporter immediately fell silent. After all, the Hood Group had several media companies under its umbrella, so

dealing with a single reporter was quite simple.

Seeing that the reporter, who had been spouting baseless speculations, immediately backed down, Matthew

sneered.

“Coming to our Hood Residence and spouting nonsense, yet quick to back down when faced with resistance. Do you

think Miss Kaufmann is an easy target just because she’s a young woman?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” The reporter stammered, turning to leave. However, Matthew demanded icily.

“Apologize, or else.”

The reporter hesitated for a moment. The broad road was right in front of him, and there were no security

personnel blocking his way. However, he knew Matthew would certainly not let him off easily if he left just like this

now.

At that, he turned around and returned to Freya’s side, bowing deeply, showing a sincere apologetic posture.

“I’m sorry, Miss Kaufmann. My behavior earlier was wrong

Freya glanced sharply at the reporter. This person had concocted a ridiculous story earlier, but now he was

apologizing without any pressure. It seemed like he was accustomed to this.

Freya ignored the reporter and turned to enter the gates of the Hood Residence.

As she had suspected, the banquet this day was indeed not related to any collaboration between the Kaufmanns

and the Hoods.

“Matthew Hood, how did I not realize you’re a liar?” Freya glanced at the person walking beside her, her voice filled

with irritation.

Matthew Hood appeared unabashed. “If I didn’t say that, you wouldn’t have come.”

“I really dislike these kinds of events. They’re too noisy. She would much rather be at home spending time with her

baby.

“I’ll take you to a quieter place.” Matthew reached out to hold her hand.

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rom his touch. You can lead the way ahead.”

Matthew looked at his rejected hand and smirked. He then proceeded to guide Freya for a while, taking twists and

turns. Surprisingly, they ended up back in a spot where they could see the banquet venue.

Freya frowned. “You can get lost even in your own house?”

“No, take a closer look.”

Freya approached and found that the place where she was standing was three to four meters higher than the

venue. There was a railing in between, so she could see most of the people in the venue, but no one could climb up

to where she was.

“What if you encounter danger by being in the garden? This spot is perfect. Matthew walked over to Freya.

and smiled.

Encounter danger in the garden? Freya cast a silent glance at Matthew.

The only time she had encountered danger in the garden in her life was when he tried to force a kiss on her.

Matthew noticed Freya’s gaze and quirked a brow. “Remembering something?”

“No.”

“To think you still dare to follow me around in the garden after what happened last time. It seems like you. trust me

a lot. Matthew chuckled.

Freya fell silent.

She didn’t trust Matthew; she trusted herself.

Her body had recovered now, and she no longer had to worry about endangering her baby when. defending

herself. She had been undergoing physical rehabilitation lately. Considering that, unarmed, she might be able to

handle five opponents, not just Matthew.

“Alright, you stay here. After all, tonight is the Hood family’s banquet. I’ll get scolded again if I don’t show myself.”

Matthew smiled at Freya. “I’ll have the maids bring some snacks and drinks later. After the banquet is over, I’ll

come to pick you up.”

Freya thought for a moment. “Can I leave early?”

“Do you think it’s polite to say that to the host?”

Freya clicked her tongue. After all, she had been deceived by this homeowner in the first place.

She sat down at the small stone table next to the railing and noticed that people in the venue wouldn’t notice her

there. The canopy of trees nearby covered her, making it seem from a distance that there were just a few trees.

Before long, a server came over with tea and snacks.

Freya listened to the noise not far away from the venue; it was a sharp contrast to her current location.

Freya took out her phone and messaged Isabella while munching on the snacks. They chatted for a while.

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Before long, there was a commotion in the venue, and the sound seemed to be very close to her.

“Mrs. Hood, are you okay? Mrs. Hood!”

“Quick, call a doctor. Mrs. Hood has fainted!”

A doctor?! Freya stood up abruptly and ran to the railing to look down.

Lorelei was lying on the ground near the railing, convulsing violently.

“Is this… asthma?” someone wondered.

“It looks like epilepsy, but I’ve never heard that Mrs. Hood has this condition.”

“Are you stupid? Who would casually tell you about such a condition?!”

“Quick, someone, take her to the hospital!”

“Nobody touches her!” A clear and stern voice rang out from above the crowd.

People raised their heads and saw a graceful figure from above, leveraging the treetops to descend and landing on

the branches one by one.

They were all stupefied.

After landing, Freya immediately approached Lorelei’s side. She laid Lorelei flat, and when she saw the outfit Lorelei

was wearing, she unbuttoned two buttons of the collar.

“This is…. Miss Kaufmann?”

“Why is Miss Kaufmann undressing Mrs. Hood? Mrs. Hood has fainted!” someone worriedly asked.

“Go get a towel!” Freya ordered firmly, then forcibly pried open Lorelei’s tightly clenched mouth.

Most of the people around looked at Freya with absurd eyes.

“Mrs. Hood had an accident. She’s giving first aid, right?

“Isn’t first aid artificial respiration and chest compressions? Why do I feel like she’s messing around?”

The towel was quickly brought over, and Freya held Lorelei’s mouth open before stuffing the towel between her

teeth.

A minute later, Freya swiftly performed first aid.

“What are you doing?” a furious roar echoed. Freya Qin looked up to see Matthew’s father running over from a

distance.

Freya dusted off the dirt on her body and faced Tripp’s enraged expression. “Mr. Hood, your wife had an epileptic

seizure. I performed emergency first aid on her. It has been about three minutes since the seizure started. If she

doesn’t stop convulsing within two minutes, take her to the hospital immediately.”

Tripp was well aware of his wife’s condition. When he heard people discussing how Freya was hastily administering

first aid to his wife, he hurriedly ran over.

What does Freya know about first aid? Everyone in Caltun knows she’s a funeral embalmer!

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However, upon approaching and seeing his wife lying on the ground, then noticing the unbuttoned collar and

loosened side fastener, he became puzzled.

When Freya Qin unbuttoned, she was very careful not to reveal any skin.

Lorelei was lying flat with her head turned slightly to the side to maintain clear airflow.

It was very professionally done…

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