Chapter 1935: Chapter 1935

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1935 As far as Ryan knew, Freya had always been an optimistic, bubbly woman. Every time she smiled, her eyes would glow.

He had always liked the glow in her eyes.

However, the glow in her eyes had vanished now. He was exasperated too, not at her but Rodney.

“Let’s go. I’m going to take you to meet him. I’ll stand up for you.” Ryan clutched her hand.

“Let go of me.”

After struggling for a long time, she still failed to break free from his grip. She flew into a rage and began to roar with tears, “I’m asking you to let go o f me. Can’t you hear me? What’s the point of taking me to meet him? You’re also a part of the Snow family. On the surface, you might seem like you’re helping me, but in fact, you’re defending him.

Otherwise, why did you guys switch my contraceptive pills to force me to get pregnant and marry him?

Rodney is awful, but why must I save him by sacrificing my happiness? You guys don’t even know that I’ve never had the intention of being the daughter of the prime minister.”

Ryan stopped moving with his deep gaze fixed on her.

All of a sudden, Freya seemed to have exploded as her tears started rolling down her face uncontrollably. “It might sound great to be the prime minister’s goddaughter, but everyone knows why the Snow family acknowledged me as their goddaughter. It’s only because Rodney didn’t want to marry me and you guys took pity on me. Deep down, who doesn’t look down on me?

“I’d rather give up everything, including my status as the prime minister’s goddaughter. I just want to be an ordinary person. I’m really fed up with Rodney, that dumb*ss.

“How I wish he could die.” Her eyes revealed hatred.

Ryan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He did not utter a word.

He let her cry her heart out before wrapping her tightly into his arms.

He patted her head softly.

“Alright. I understand everything. If you want to cry, just cry out loud. If you don’t want to be with Rodney, just divorce him.”

“Divorce?” Freya had the urge to weep even more bitterly. “Will the Snows easily approve of me divorcing him? Even if I can get a divorce, will you guys allow Dani to stay with me? I just want her. I don’t mind losing my status as the prime minister’s goddaughter or anything else. All I want to do is leave quietly.”

“Alright. I’ll help you,” Ryan said.

Freya’s breathing hitched. She even stopped crying for a moment. “I don’t buy that. You must be lying to me.”

“Why would I lie to you? You’re the prime minister’s goddaughter. Of course, you have the right to divorce your husband, ” Ryan answered with a deep voice.

At this moment, Freya pushed Ryan away at once. She stared at Ryan’s elegant, handsome face in bewilderment. “What kind of goddaughter am I? Everyone looks down on me. Plus, your parents dislike me. The Snow family acknowledged me as their goddaughter all because of Rodney…”

“Since when do my parents dislike you? They often say that it’s rare to find women like you. They say that Rodney is blessed to be able to marry you. My parents are regretful that they didn’t give birth to a daughter back then.” Ryan took a tissue and gently wiped the tears off her face.

Upon hearing his words, Freya nearly forgot to react. “You’re lying.”

“ I’m not. Perhaps you think that you became my parents’ goddaughter all because of Rodney. They don’t know you well enough, so they seldom visit the prime minister’s office.” Ryan’s gaze was indulgent. “Now, can you tell me what on earth happened? I remember telling you that you can always look for me in Canberra. I’ll help you with anything.”

“But you’re Rodney’s— ”

“Technically, you’re my godsister,” Rodney teased. “I’m not your biological sister.” Freya’s mouth twitched.

Ryan’s eyes lingered on her curled lips for a while. “ Rodney and I aren’t biological brothers either.

Also, do I look like the sort who can’t differentiate right from wrong?”

Freya instantly went silent.

She was not very clear about Ryan’s character. She had always perceived the Snows as people of great depth, especially Nathan’s family. As the prime minister’s son, how could he possibly be simple?