All Novel Romance
Chapter 311
In the world of close-knit relationships, there's nothing more grounding.
Dusk fell as Ronan dropped Freya off at her apartment building. No sooner had Ronan's car disappeared into the evening than Freya entered.
She immediately felt the watchful eyes of a few old ladies lounging around, their gazes following her every move.
But when Freya got to her rental, she noticed her door was slightly open. Inside, a woman in her forties was digging through the closet Freya had neatly arranged. The middle-aged lady had her hands all over Freya's suitcase, prying it open. Upon seeing that, Freya's brows knitted in frustration. "What do you think you're doing?"
Unphased by Freya, the middle-aged woman didn't alter her confrontational stance. "I'm terminating our lease. You can't stay here anymore, starting now!"
Freya couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "I've paid. On what grounds are you kicking me out?"
"Because I own this place. If I say you're out, you're out!" The landlady's tone was sharp. "This is a respectable home. I can't have someone like you tainting it. What if future tenants get sick because of you? Do you think I'd be able to rent it out again?" "What are you implying? Sick with what?"
"Don't play dumb with me! Your antics are the talk of the neighborhood! Barely moved in, and you've entertained three different men. Who knows what kind of filth you'll bring into my house next?" The landlady's words were harsh and judgmental. Freya's demeanor turned icy. "Watch your mouth!"
"Oh? Is what I'm saying not true? Listen. You're moving out today, willingly or not."
"Fine, I'll move. But what about you going through my belongings without permission? We need to settle that first." Freya stepped into the chaos of her room. "These ake my items. And you evicting me without proper cause is a breach of our agreement. Explain it, or I'll have to call the police."
"Call them! See if I care!" The landlady was defiant.
Their argument had drawn the attention of the neighbors. Doors opened, and heads poked out as the residents of the old building, lacking
en elevator, craned their necks
to see the commotion.
Then, Kara, who had returned to fetch something, witnessed the scene. Kara lived upstairs. Seeing Freya about to be thrown out and hearing the talk of calling the police, Kara panicked.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
During the day, Kara had spread
rumors about Freya in the neighborhood. If the police came, they would undoubtedly delve into Freya's past, especially since Kieran had only recently brought Freya home from the police station.
Kara quickly stepped in to defuse the situation, "Ma'am, Freya is my cousin. Could you give her a little more time to stay here until she finds a new place?"
Kara's sudden intervention softened the landlady's demeanor a bit. Kara was also a tenant and a well-behaved girl, which had put her in the landlady's good graces. Upon learning Freya was Kara's cousin, the landlady frowned. "This woman is your cousin?"
"Yeah." Kara waited anxiously for the landlady's response.
With a huff, the landlady commented, "Kara, I don't mean to be rude, but how could you have such a cousin? She's tarnishing my property!"
"Yes, it's all Freya's fault. Please, ma'am, could you show some leniency?" While speaking, Kara discreetly slipped a few bills into the landlady's hand.