Chapter 6 Where Is The Money

Freya seethed with anger, unable to speak as she was denied entry into Brennan's room.

She had to stay in a guest bedroom for the night.

By the next morning, her bitterness and sense of injustice had dissipated, replaced with an urgent need to deal with her family's issues.

Hurrying downstairs, Freya found Brennan leisurely enjoying breakfast in his pajamas.

Despite his chiseled features and sharp nose, she couldn't help but remember his infuriating outburst the night before.

Shaking off her reverie, Freya refocused on the matter at hand.

Following the unpleasant incident from the day before, she unconsciously tried to avoid Brennan. However, the butler greeted her, "Good morning, ma'am. Please come and have breakfast."

Feeling too uneasy to decline, Freya reluctantly made her way to the table with an awkward smile.

As she approached, the butler courteously pulled out a chair for her. Before she could sit down, a chilly voice said, "She doesn't deserve to eat at the same table as me."

Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes in response to the rude comment. She reminded herself that it was part of her duties to endure Brennan's scolding.

In an attempt to remain calm, she suggested, "In that case, I'll stand and eat."

But Brennan ordered, "Come here. You can only have breakfast after serving me."

For a moment, Freya closed her eyes and attempted to conjure up a gracious smile. "As you wish, sir. How may I serve you?"

Brennan took a sip of his milk, and his face remained stone-cold. "You have quite the fortitude. Are you casting a curse on me in your mind?"

In truth, Freya was contemplating doing just that, but she didn't dare show any outward resentment toward him.

She forced an even wider smile and replied, "How could I do such a thing? Sir, which dish would you like?"

Brennan grew disinterested at her subservience, and in a bored tone, dismissed her. "Never mind. Eat your breakfast somewhere else."

Freya couldn't believe her ears.

What was this guy doing? Did he find it amusing to humiliate her?

Her teeth ground together in fury at the sheer audacity of it all.

She could hardly bear to look at the man. Perhaps he was suffering from some malady of the mind, the remnants of his vegetative state. She should not stoop to his level.

With this thought, Freya got her breakfast and went to the living room, where she gritted her teeth while consuming her meal.

But her anger smoldered just beneath the surface.

How she wished she could give Brennan a piece of her mind!

Thankfully, Brennan had other matters to attend to. He departed after breakfast, sparing Freya any further distress.

Freya had a rare moment of respite, and she swiftly seized the opportunity to leave the Hayes Mansion, citing a flimsy excuse.

As she made her way to her father's villa, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her.

This was once her home, but ever since she had uncovered the sordid affair between Fletcher and Helen, it no longer felt like home.

All that mattered now was the salvation of Healthbridge Hospital and the urgent need to cure her ailing mother.

With a determined gait, Freya strode into the villa.

Fletcher was sipping coffee on the sofa.

Without skipping a beat, Freya asked, "Have you received the investment from the Hayes family? Have you paid off Healthbridge Hospital's debts?"

"It should be..." Fletcher answered vaguely.

Freya had a bad feeling and asked, "What do you mean by 'it should be'? Tell me."

"Freya, your father has been preoccupied with Healthbridge Hospital day and night, with hardly any time for himself. He even has grey hair now, for crying out loud. Yet all you care about is money."

Helen, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, sneered at Freya.

Freya scoffed, "What does the business of the Walton family have to do with you? Are you a Walton?"

"Hey!" Helen's face flushed with embarrassment at Freya's retort.

Just then, Fletcher's phone rang, interrupting the tense atmosphere. He excused himself and stepped aside to answer the call.

The voice on the other end of the line was fraught with anxiety. "Mr. Walton, our hospital's account is almost empty, and payday is looming. We won't even be able to pay our staff, let alone purchase medical equipment. You promised to give us a sum of money last month. What's going on?"

Fletcher hastily ended the call, but Freya already overheard it.

Her voice trembled with disbelief. "Dad, you didn't transfer the money to the hospital? Where is the money?"

"I already told you not to interfere with this matter. I know what I'm doing," Fletcher replied gruffly but avoided meeting Freya's gaze.

A chill ran down Freya's spine. "Brennan assured me that the investment had been made, but the hospital hasn't received any money. Did you embezzle the money?"