My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1573

Freya scoffed. "Let find someone if he wants to. I, the professor's wife, am tired of it. If he wants to look for a lover, I'll definitely look for a young hunk myself. Either way, I won't lose out."

I was speechless. That was indeed something she would do. It was fortunate that Freya was a woman. If she were a man, she might break a lot of young and innocent girls' hearts with her eloquent words.

Seeing that I did not respond, Freya continued, "In fact, it doesn't matter if Zachary is at home or not, or whether he is by my side. All of these are not that important to me. The main issue is the relationship between his mother and me. Although we're married for so long, I still feel like we can't get along very well. Once Zachary leaves, his parents and I treat each other as guests very politely. It’s so courteous that I can't breathe."

When they got married, Freya often complained about Zachary's parents. Initially, she thought that giving birth to a child would ease the situation, but we didn't expect the problem to remain. I thought about it and comforted her, "Since you're family, it's fate. After all, we're from two different generations, and it's normal to have a generation gap. You just have to communicate and interact more. They're your husband's birth parents. No one will love both of you more than they do. Think about it, if Master Moore and the rest are still alive, do you think that you guys still won't be able to get along?"

"Maybe." Freya was still in low spirits and replied, "My father was already very old when I was born. He didn't even get to spend much time with his family before he passed away. So the only thing I can do is use my imagination, but it's obviously not very effective. Otherwise, I won't be complaining to you on the phone."

I thought about it and realized that she was right. Freya was about the same age as me. After Master Moore passed away, the only families she had left were Pedro and the others. Although her eldest brother was like a father to her, there was still a distance between them. No wonder she couldn't understand the joy of a family living together in merriment and joy.

Everyone was different. There were some things we couldn't force. I couldn't give her any advice, so I tried to comfort her by saying, "If you're displeased, talk it through. Vent it out, and everything will be alright. Just don't say these words in front of Zachary's parents."