Chapter 3 Brennan's Abdominal Muscles

Guided by the maid, Freya descended the stairs.

There were many people in the large living room. Sitting on an armchair was a man in his seventies with a commanding presence.

Freya observed his features, recognizing the striking resemblance he shared with Brennan. It was evident that the man in front of her was none other than Jarrod Hayes, the most influential figure in the family.

With a poised demeanor, Freya approached him and greeted him politely.

Jarrod beamed at her, his expression warm and benevolent.

The more he looked at Freya, the more he liked her. With such a sensible woman as Brennan's wife, he could finally relax.

In a tender and paternal tone, Jarrod addressed Freya, "My dear, you've been here half a day now. Have you grown accustomed to your new surroundings?"

Without hesitation, Freya replied with deference, "The environment here is truly splendid. I relish in my new home."

"I am relieved to hear it. As you may know, Brennan's health is in bad shape. Therefore, I urge you to take good care of him for me," Jarrod reminded.

"You need not fret. Freya was a former medical student. I am sure she will tend to Brennan with the utmost skill and care," Sylvie Hayes interjected.

Sylvie was the second wife of Brennan's late father. Though over 40 years of age, she remained a stunning figure, exuding a regal presence and commanding respect.

Freya greeted Sylvie too.

Sylvie grabbed Freya's arm, made her sit next to her, and gestured to the man standing not far away. "Freya, this is Brennan's uncle, Keith Miller. Keith, say hello to Freya."

Keith lifted his gaze from his phone and focused his attention on Freya. As he gazed at her, he was taken aback by her beauty, completely transfixed.

He reached out and grasped Freya's hand, rubbing it. "Freya, you are so beautiful," he murmured, barely taking his eyes off her.

Freya instinctively retracted her hand, hiding it behind her back and wiping it with disgust. Then, she nodded at Keith as a greeting.

Keith's gaze was slimy, flirty, and downright unsettling, causing Freya to feel uneasy. She didn't take kindly to his creepy advances.

Then, Sylvie presented a document to Freya. "This is a prenup I asked a lawyer to prepare. Our family isn't some average family, so we must be cautious when it comes to marriage. But don't worry. It's merely a formality. You'll be treated well after you're married."

Freya nodded, grateful that they were willing to provide the funds. She wasn't looking for anything more from them.

She quickly scanned the document and signed it without hesitation.

Jarrod nodded with satisfaction and pulled out a check that he had already prepared. "Here, this is my gift to you."

When Freya saw the staggering number on the check, she was taken aback. "This is too much!"

The Hayes family had promised to give her hundreds of millions to save Healthbridge Hospital. How could she now take a gift worth millions?

"The gift is for you, my dear. We're family," Jarrod insisted.

Reluctantly, Freya accepted the check, thanking him for his generosity.

A glint of something sinister flickered in Sylvie's eyes as she took a brief but noticeable look at the check.

The rest of Freya's day was spent in conversation with the Hayes family in the living room.

By the time she finally retired to her room, it was already past midnight. Exhausted as she was, she knew that rest was not an option.

There was something she needed to do. Jarrod had asked her to clean Brennan's body.

In the quiet room, Freya's gaze fixated on Brennan's still form, feeling grateful that she was free from Keith's revolting gaze.

How hard could cleaning one's body be? She had studied human anatomy in medical school. Besides, Brennan was unresponsive and unaware of his surroundings, so this job shouldn't be difficult.

As Freya undressed Brennan, she reassured herself that it was a simple task.

But when Freya was face to face with Brennan's exposed body, her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. It was much different than she had anticipated.

As she began to wipe Brennan's body with a towel, she noticed his hard abdomen.

With a mix of curiosity and admiration, she traced the lines of his eight-pack abs, imagining the man he must have been before his current state. Unfortunately, he was now nothing more than a vegetable.

In no time, Freya was done wiping the upper half of Brennan's body and his legs, leaving only the part concealed by his briefs. She hesitated before realizing that this part needed cleaning too. With a deep breath, she took off Brennan's last piece of clothing, closed her eyes, and reached for the task.

Once she finished, Freya shook her sore wrists and helped Brennan get dressed again.

"Huh?" Freya stopped and glanced at Brennan, who had been motionless in the bed the entire time.

To her surprise, Brennan's face seemed flushed, almost as if he was feeling shy.

Freya knew this was impossible since Brennan was in a vegetative state and shouldn't be able to perceive any of it.

Perplexed, Freya muttered to herself, "Maybe the room temperature is too high."

But the strange feeling didn't bother her for long. After a quick wash-up, she crawled into the bed and dozed off in a corner.

Freya closed her eyes, her thoughts consumed with her mother's recovery and her determination to protect Healthbridge.

Soon, she drifted off to sleep.

In her slumber, she felt a hand caressing her shoulder, making her uneasy.

She felt uncomfortable and shifted herself slightly. Sure enough, she got a moment of peace.

But then, she was enveloped in a pair of warm arms.

Had she accidentally rolled over onto Brennan?

Groggily, Freya fumbled in the covers, trying to locate Brennan's position. He was right in front of her.

Then who was the one behind her and holding her in the arms?

Fear gripped her, and Freya broke into a cold sweat.

With a start, she snapped her eyes open and demanded, "Who's in the room?"