*6: Morgan's decision.

Ch.6: Morgan's Decision

Morgan ordered some security guards to gather information in Hanna's neighborhood. The search was futile until they interrogated the last person who had seen Hanna; they learned that she had gone somewhere else and that she was okay.

Morgan visited Hanna's house accompanied by his mother. Both stood in front of the ruin, walking among what was left, finding even traces of the wedding dress, documents, and Hanna's belongings.

"It looks like someone was trying to kill her, don't you think?" Abigail asked.

"Definitely," he confirmed, apprehensive. "But this is really bad. I have to keep this marriage for at least three years, and we barely managed twenty-four hours."

"True, like it or not, it will be better to keep her under our nose; otherwise, our family will sink with her."

"But we still have to find out where she is."

"Couldn't you call her?"

"I did, the lawyer did too, but she doesn't answer," he commented, restless. "There's nothing here, let's go home now."

Morgan called his mother, and they headed back to the mansion.

Hanna, for her part, didn't see any of the calls. Her phone, now dead, was just a useless device. She didn't even think of asking her husband for help; it was as if they weren't married.

After walking a lot, she decided to go to one of the only places she knew well. As an employee, she also had a key and could enter whenever she wanted. Hanna had a part-time job at a cold storage company that did distribution in the city; she managed the inventory. Even so, it wasn't the kind of job that allowed her to earn enough to meet all her needs.

At that time, there were still employees there, but it was as if she was invisible, with so many people rushing back and forth. She went to the cafeteria, where she stayed for a long time until the place closed and all the employees left.

"How can she not answer any of the calls, even with everything that happened?" Morgan grumbled, already tired, stuck in his office.

"You need to rest; nothing will happen to her," his mother suggested.

"Who guarantees that? Besides... what has this woman been doing for someone to try to kill her? Or was it an arson planned by her just to manipulate our family?"

"I don't know... but it seems she wasn't in the house. Everything she had was lost there: documents, even the dress we bought was burned. I don't believe she did that without even taking her documents," she commented.

"Yes... but it's hard to believe someone in our circle tried to kill Hanna," Morgan grumbled.

While they were talking, Hanna slept in the cafeteria without managing to get a charger. She had to wait until dawn when she finally got a borrowed charger and could see how many times Morgan had called.

"And he's not even in love, imagine if he were..." she grumbled, then returned the call.

"Where are you?" he asked as he answered immediately, his voice tense and sharp.

"Hi, hubby! I thought you wouldn't fulfill your duties as a husband. I even thought you didn't like me." A hint of sarcasm colored her tone, a bitter smile forming on her lips.

"You just lost your house and still want to make jokes, Mrs. Ortiz?" The coldness in his voice was like a slap in the face, bringing her back to harsh reality.

"Well... It's part of it." The bitter smile intensified. "But if you wanted to know if I'm alive, you already have the answer."

"Do you already have a place to stay?" His question was direct, almost brusque.

"Well..." she let out a mischievous sigh. "I'm thinking of staying at a coworker's house. He's very nice and kind." There was a defiant gleam in her eyes.

Morgan sighed heavily, struggling to maintain his composure as his fists clenched in frustration.

"How can a married woman just go stay at another man's house?" he asked, his barely-contained fury vibrating in his voice.

"I have nowhere else to go. And I even married my fiancé's father, who, by the way, hasn't given me any news about my... my runaway fiancé."

"Nobody has news of Davis, but as I said, once I find him, you'll be married to the man who was chosen for you," he said firmly.

"Very well! I'm going to have coffee now, I'll stay in touch." She turned to leave, the indifference in her voice contrasting with the storm unfolding within her.

"No! Where are you? I'll send some security guards to fetch you," he asked, the urgency in his tone undeniable.

"Mr. Farrugia, there's no need to worry. I'll be fine. Besides, the deal was just the marriage, right? It's fulfilled, no need to worry." A sarcastic smile formed on her lips as she said this.

"Your house was burned down because of the things you've been up to. I'm not going to risk letting you ruin everything."

"What?" The question escaped her lips, laden with incredulity. "Who do you think I am? That arson was definitely retaliation because of the marriage, and apparently, it was meant for me to be dead. And now you want to take me where?" Her eyes widened in terror, fear finally gripping her.

"It wasn't anyone from my family, I assure you. Besides, we wouldn't gain anything from it. Anyway, pack your things... I mean, wait where you are, and I'll send someone to fetch you," he ordered, his voice rough, but a note of concern hidden behind his words.

"Since I can't go to another man's house, I have no choice, given that I have no money."

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"In a five-star hotel."

"What are you doing that you can't come now?"

"I'm working part-time at a cold storage company that does distribution, so I can't come now."

"You won't be going to that job anymore after coming to the mansion. You don't need it."

Hanna was speechless, rubbing her temple and making a grimace.

"What are you trying to say? Besides, it doesn't make sense. You didn't even want to see my face when we got married. How can we live in the same house?"

"None of that will change. Open your email. I've written some restrictions and how your stay at the Farrugia mansion will be."

"And if I want to refuse?"

"You're not in a position to refuse. After all, you have no one and no house to live in. Open your email and read it. They are good conditions for both parties," he suggested with indifference.

Hanna agreed and ended the call, feeling cornered. She couldn't continue living under the conditions she was in, but at least she still had a job. But that was also about to end.