"You're lying to me! You're all lying to me! My Alistair was so understanding and well-behaved, how could he be gone!"
"Please, can you give me back my Alistair?"
"Miss Stahler, I'm sorry, we didn't take good care of Alistair, we're sorry." The nanny standing beside Freya, who was also a mother, empathised with Freya's pain, she looked at Freya and couldn't control the tears rolling down her face.
"No, my Alistair is fine, since he is fine, how could you be sorry!"
The expression on Freya's face was so stiff that it seemed to be carved into her face as she kept shaking her head and stepping back, "Yes, my Alistair will be fine! He'll be fine!"
"He's just hiding, he's waiting for me to find him! I'll find him! I will find my Alistair!"
Freya turned around violently and sprinted just as fast as she could towards the outside of the room.
She wanted to find her Alistair, she wanted to hold him tightly in her arms, with arched eyebrows, and sing him the most beautiful songs.
She also wanted to watch her Alistair grow up, to see him meet the woman he loved, to become a husband and a father, to grow up to be a man on top of the world.
So, her Alistair would be fine!
Yes! The seaside! She was going to the seaside!
Dora said that someone had taken Alistair to the sea, and that perhaps, now, he was hidden somewhere by the sea!
Her Alistair, all alone, must be especially scared and frightened, and only his mother's arms could keep him away from all the anxiety and panic.
Her Alistair missed her embrace!
The seaside was really far from the old castle, and even if Freya had all the strength she needed, she couldn't run there for a while.
Seeing Dora who was nervously chasing her out, she paused in her steps and spoke softly, "Dora, please have someone prepare a car for me, I want to go to the beach!"
"Miss Stahler ......"
Dora wanted to persuade Freya not to go, she wanted to say that Alistair was already dead, and that if she went there now, it would only add to the pain.
But Freya's appearance at this moment was really too heartbreaking.
She looked as fragile as an enamel doll that would break at the slightest touch, but with an indescribable stubbornness and persistence that made it all the sadder.
Dora was on Helen's side, but seeing Freya like this, she couldn't help but grieve for her.
Dora looked at Freya with pity and turned around, asking someone to prepare the car.
The sea, with its golden sands, stretched into the distance, and further on, the endless deep sea, as if a single wave could swallow up all the beauty and leave a lifetime of inescapable sorrow.
It was already late at night, but the seaside of the Free State was still brightly lit.
The bright lights, so bright and beautiful, were hiding the deepest sins.
Freya ran madly along the beach, but she could not find her Alistair.
As the wind blew across the shore, the deep and shallow footprints no longer seemed so clear, and when the lights on the shore gradually went out and the sun appeared at the end of the sea, Freya still found nothing.
"Miss Stahler, let's go back! You're only hurting your own body like this! Miss Stahler, you can't trash your body like that!" Dora was afraid that Caelan would get angry when he saw Freya in such a disoriented state, so she persuaded her bitterly.
"Go back? Alistair is still waiting for me to find him, how can I go back! I can't go back, I want to find my Alistair!"
"Yes, my Alistair, he's probably hidden in the water! I'm going to the water to look for my Alistair!"
Seeing Freya stumbling to get into the water, Dora instantly became anxious.
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