Chapter 3 Brennan Woke Up

As Freya locked eyes with Brennan, she was struck by an icy feeling coursing through her body, causing her to freeze in place.

With a squint, Brennan uttered a single command, "Leave."

Keith tumbled off the bed in terror and scrambled to his feet. "I'm so sorry. I must have mistaken the room. I'll leave!" His eyes were bulging with fear as he bolted for the door, desperate to escape the intense aura emanating from Brennan's piercing gaze.

He was so rattled that he tripped over the door frame as he made his escape, tumbling to the floor. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled away in an awkward, undignified posture.

The commotion had not gone unnoticed. The servants in the mansion were alerted by the noise and rushed to the scene.

As they entered the room, they were astonished to see Brennan awake and alert. "Mr. Brennan Hayes woke up!"

The news spread like wildfire, and the entire mansion was filled with joy. The servants eagerly spread the news to the other Hayes.

Brennan's stepmother, Sylvie Hayes, was the first to hear the good news.

She couldn't believe that Brennan, who had been diagnosed as a vegetable, could miraculously wake up one day.

Her emotions were complicated as she made her way to Brennan's bedroom.

However, as she pushed open the door, her congratulations turned into shock.

The room was a complete mess, with the bed in disarray and Freya's hair in a mess.

Brennan was sitting on the bed, looking like a lion ready to pounce. He pointed an accusing finger at Freya and barked at the butler, "Who allowed this reckless woman to be in my room?"

His voice was deep and commanding, sending shivers down the butler's spine.

The butler stood there, trembling with fear, unable to speak a word.

"Brennan, she's your wife, the one your grandfather chose for you while you were in a coma." Sylvie rushed to Brennan's side, trying to calm him down. "She's a good girl. Please try to get along with her."

Wife?

His eyes turned icy cold as he glared at Freya. "I don't need a wife. Get her out of here," he commanded in a steely voice.

The order left everyone flabbergasted, but Freya was in a state of utter anxiety.

Being dismissed would be a mere trifle compared to the Hayes family cutting off support to the financially-strapped Healthbridge Hospital, which was in debt to the tune of hundreds of millions, and her ailing mother left to languish without treatment.

Resolutely, Freya steeled herself and faced Brennan's penetrating gaze, declaring, "I am your legally-wedded wife. I have every right to stay here."

Brennan's intense, brooding stare bore down on her.

"Legal wife? How dare you!" The very thought of this audacious woman messing around with someone else in his room filled him with seething fury.

The palpable hostility emanating from Brennan was enough to make even the bravest person quake in fear.

Freya's heart quivered with fear, for she dreaded that Brennan might misconstrue her connection with Keith. So, she hastened to explain, "I have no idea why your uncle burst into your room and even attempted to force me."

Brennan remained silent.

On the side, Sylvie felt secretly flustered for this whole scheme was her doing. She had arranged for her brother to break into Freya's room and then used the incident as leverage to control her.

Freya assumed a composed facade and pressed on, "I implore you to uncover the truth and prove my innocence."

Brennan didn't reply but signaled to a servant at his side with a glare.

The servant comprehended his message and departed the room.

Moments later, Keith's tormented scream emanated from downstairs.

Sylvie could not endure watching her younger brother's agony and interjected, "Brennan, I beg you to release Keith. He is, after all, your uncle."

With a frigid gaze, Brennan snarled, "Given that he is my uncle, I will spare his life."

Sylvie's voice died in her throat, intimidated by the sheer presence of Brennan.

Then, Brennan turned to Freya, taking a step forward and grasping her chin in a tight grip that made her to look up at him.

Freya tried to steady her nerves and met his penetrating gaze. However, his eyes were devoid of any warmth, leaving her feeling uneasy.

As she took a step back, Brennan's grasp on her only grew tighter.

The tall, imposing figure of Brennan loomed over Freya, who felt trapped under his shadow.

Despite this, Freya's eyes were clear and innocent, devoid of any trace of guilt.

Brennan couldn't help but admire her ability to conceal her true feelings.

With Brennan remaining silent, Freya attempted to persuade him once more. "As a doctor, I know that you require assistance with your rehabilitation since you have only recently regained consciousness. I can be of service in that capacity."

"You're right," Brennan said.

Freya thought she had succeeded in convincing him, so she followed up by saying, "I hope you'll consider allowing me to help you."

It appeared as though Brennan was swayed by her words. "It's alright if you want to stay."

Freya let out a sigh of relief, only to be caught off guard when Brennan sneered and whispered into her ear in a low and husky tone, "But I can only accept a dead wife. So, would you like to be my dead wife, or should we get a divorce? The decision is yours."