Chapter 3 Divorce

All the color drained from Hailey's face. She started to say in a trembling voice, "Brennan, I..."

Brennan took a deep breath, as though trying to suppress his anger. "Don't you dare call my name! You make me sick."

Hailey immediately shut her mouth. All of a sudden, the villa erupted in chaos.

As soon as they heard that Brennan was awake, the Hayes family's butler and a handful of medical staff rushed over and surrounded Brennan to examine his condition.

Seeing this, Hailey couldn't help but covet their wealth. Now, she was more determined than ever to become Mrs. Hayes.

She forced herself to calm down and started flattering Brennan. "Mr. Hayes, let me help you."

Hearing this, Brennan glanced at her coldly.

"Aren't you the one who disdainfully called me a vegetable just now? And that I could never have mind-blowing sex?"

Hailey froze. She looked absolutely terrified.

It turned out that he had overheard everything. But how? Wasn't he supposed to be in a coma?

Fletcher was so scared that his legs went limp. "This is all just a huge misunderstanding! I'm sure my daughter can explain-"

Brennan cut him off abruptly. "Get out!"

The bodyguards immediately sprang into action. They didn't give Fletcher and Hailey the chance to argue and grabbed the two by the collars. Before they could react, the bodyguards threw them out of the villa ruthlessly.

Freya watched them being tossed to the ground like trash with great pleasure. She was so busy gloating that she forgot to leave.

Suddenly, she felt a chilling gaze boring a hole on her back.

She shivered and slowly turned to look in the direction of the gaze.

As soon as she met Brennan's eyes, he asked icily, "Why are you still here?"

Clenching her fists so hard that her nails dug into her palms, Freya tried her best to calm down. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't know how to answer him.

Seeing this, the butler intervened with a smile. "Sir, she's your new wife, Freya. Your grandfather chose for you."

Brennan looked down at the pure-looking girl in front of him. His handsome face was still cold.

He remembered that when he was about to wake up, he vaguely heard someone saying something like "sold her," "financial problem," and "the Hayes family's investment."

Then Brennan thought about what this woman said right before he spoke up-that she would take half of his assets when they divorced.

This woman was probably a materialistic bitch who would do anything for money.

Brennan's expression darkened.

Perhaps his grandfather was too old to discern good girls from bad. Why else would he have chosen him such a vain woman?

Brennan said coldly, "Get her out of my sight. I don't need a wife."

Freya's jaw dropped in disbelief.

Her first instinct was to protest.

After all, her father had completely given up on her.

If she couldn't get the investment from the Hayes family, Healthbridge Hospital would close down.

By then, what would happen to her mother, who was still seriously ill and unconscious?

"I can't go! I'm your wife. You can't just drive me away." In the end, Freya plucked up the courage to stand up to her new husband.

She raised her chin and locked eyes with Brennan, pretending to be brave.

Brennan looked back at her without saying anything. Then he took a step forward, forcing Freya to step back. Before she could say anything more, she heard him sneer loudly. "Is the money that important to you that you even dare to talk back at me?"

This was the first time Brennan had encountered a woman who dared to retort.

Brennan narrowed his eyes at Freya. Suddenly, his hand shot out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Their faces were mere inches away from each other.

Freya could see her reflection in his deep blue eyes, which were like the endless ocean, threatening to drown her at any given moment.

She felt her scalp tingling, her heart beating violently.

The man raised his voice and said gruffly, "No matter what you think, we're getting a divorce. You have no right to decide my marriage!"

The atmosphere in the whole villa was so tense that one could slice through it with a knife.

Shocked by Brennan's imposing manner, Freya found herself unable to speak a single word.

Just as they were in a stalemate, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A beautiful, middle-aged woman and an elderly man were standing by the door.

Slamming his cane on the floor, the old man roared, "You are not getting a divorce!"