Chapter 2 Married Into The Hayes Family

As the sun peeked through the clouds, the sound of the car engine disrupted the quiet morning. Freya felt a sudden surge of anxiety, knowing what was awaiting her. She stepped into the Bentley alone, and the driver started it.

Soon, the car reached the premises of the legendary Hayes Mansion.

Looking out of the car window, Freya saw the magnificently carved iron gates slowly closing behind them. Her mind raced as she marveled at how the Hayes family could build such an opulent castle in the heart of Leryport. Surely, they had the power to save Healthbridge Hospital.

"Miss Walton, we have arrived." The driver's voice jolted her back to reality.

Freya quickly straightened her dress before stepping out of the car. She overheard the gossip of the servants.

"Look! The butler brought another woman here. I heard she's going to marry Brennan."

"Oh my goodness! Who is this unfortunate girl?"

"Who knows? I heard that the previous women who came here disappeared without a trace. I wonder how long this one will last."

"Money truly makes people blind to danger. How can an ordinary woman even think of marrying into the Hayes family?"

The servants' rude whispers continued to echo in Freya's ears as she trailed behind the butler, her heart racing with unease.

With each step, she felt like she was walking deeper into a dark abyss, with no hope of turning back.

But she knew that she had to keep going. For the sake of her mother and Healthbridge Hospital, she had to make this sacrifice.

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at the door of Brennan's room. "This is your room from now on. Please make yourself comfortable."

"Okay." Taking a deep breath, Freya steeled herself, ready to face her fate.

As Freya pushed the door open, her heart pounded with anxiety. She still couldn't believe that she had to marry a man she barely knew. However, this was her choice, and she had to stick with it.

Her eyes fell on the figure lying in the bed. His face wasn't as ugly as the rumors claimed. On the contrary, he had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones that gave him a chiseled look.

But then she noticed his lips, tightly pursed like a zipper, making him look like a man of few words.

Freya's mind was filled with all kinds of rumors about the man in front of her.

According to hearsay, he was born with a cold nature, never close to his family. Ever since he took over the family business, he had done many vicious things.

Yet, this was the man she married, the person she would spend the rest of her life with.

If he weren't in a deep coma, he would have been a ruthless tyrant.

Regrettably, he was now in a vegetative state.

Freya summoned her courage and squat beside Brennan, studying his handsome face more closely. "Your skin is so good," she murmured softly.

Freya's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she touched Brennan's cheek gently.

Despite her touch, the man remained unresponsive.

Emboldened, she playfully pinched his face and observed him.

Freya couldn't help but admire his features. "Your face is so striking, even more handsome than the celebrities on TV. And those long, thick eyelashes are envy-worthy. If I had them, I'd be looking at myself in the mirror every day."

The close proximity made her heart beat faster as she marveled at the fact that such a stunning man was now her husband.

As Freya's mind wandered, her phone interrupted her thoughts.

Without enthusiasm, she answered the call to hear Fletcher's fake concern. "Freya, how are you getting along with the Hayes family?"

Hoping to cut the small talk, Freya got straight to the point. "I'm here like you asked. Have they paid you the money they promised?"

"Easy there. Such a large sum has to be transferred in stages."

Clutching her phone tightly, Freya replied in a hushed voice, "Okay, just keep your word. Notify me once the investment is made."

Fletcher obliged.

After ending the call, Freya lost interest.

Freya pulled the quilt over Brennan and spoke with a tinge of self-mockery, "I bet you didn't expect to marry a complete stranger either, but we have no choice, do we?"

At that moment, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Ma'am, my master is waiting for you downstairs." A maid's voice drifted in from outside.

"I'm coming."

Freya scrambled to her feet but lost her footing, falling onto Brennan.

Her face reddened, and she hastily stood up, apologizing, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

The man on the bed didn't stir.

Freya breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was in a vegetative state and couldn't move or feel anything.

Without giving it much thought, Freya rushed out of the room and followed the maid. She didn't notice that Brennan's finger moved slightly.