All Chapters of My fiancé ran away, I married his father: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Cap.141: The Curse of Lins.**"Are you saying you're going to get Hanna to take her away?" Morgan asked, smiling awkwardly."Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" Gabriel replied, his tone firm."Is that serious?" Morgan questioned, restless. "Is it true that Hanna's grandfather is supposedly her father?" he then asked. Oliver and Gantz almost choked on the information, while Gabriel pressed his lips together, avoiding eye contact."That's a lie," Morgan sighed, deducing from Gabriel's gesture."I'm ashamed to talk about it because... because Hayala fled the United Kingdom, from her mother's castle because of him... he would be Hanna's great-grandfather..." Gabriel said, restless, and Morgan almost fell backward."You’re saying..." Morgan stammered, unable to believe it."It's like I told you, except that besides this... the man who's coming after Hanna... that damned old man, he left the Asian continent and came to the UK when he was still very young. He got involved with Queen

**Chapter 143: The Concert**Rudan, Davis's right-hand man and bodyguard, was already exhausted from analyzing each flyer, trying to find the most suitable event for Davis and Hanna."Why are you thinking about taking her out? Aren't you afraid she'll run at the first opportunity?" Rudan asked, handing him a flyer for a famous concert in the city. "Here it is, an orchestra is performing. You should take her to this one.""Maybe, it sounds relaxing," Davis sighed, grimacing with disapproval. "Anyway... I want to go somewhere with her, I don't want her to feel trapped in that annex. She can go out by my side and see nice things around. It's been a week since neither of us have seen the outside. I want to take her somewhere.""Hum... I admit, I'm surprised. You seem to be taking on the role of a husband. After all... ever since I’ve known you, even when you were with your ex-wife, you used to go to clubs, parties, and...""I get it!" Davis cut him off. "Don’t let Hanna hear those things.

**Chapter 145: After Alcohol: Regret**Davis moved closer and closer, his dominant presence cornering Hanna, who, despite her silence, exuded distraction."Are you having some kind of episode?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes in a mix of concern and suspicion.Hanna, her gaze lazy and her voice sluggish from the alcohol, retorted:"When will you let me leave?"Davis sighed, frustrated."When you understand that I’m not trying to take advantage of you! I really want things to work between us. Is it too much to ask for the woman who caught me as fast as lightning?"A sarcastic smile spread across his lips as he rubbed his chin with his thumb."Which love lasts longer? Lightning-fast passions or loves built over time?"Hanna stared at him, her eyes clouded by the drink."I know the answer," he continued. "It was the love you thought was eternal that left you without hesitation. I’m not letting you go until you’re mine."His voice, previously tense, was now firm and calm, filled with un

Chapter 147: Time Will Tell**The next morning, Charles went to a toy store, where Oliver helped him choose several gifts for Haniel. With the assistance of other security guards, the toys were delivered to the children's ward at the hospital. Charles hoped to spark Haniel's curiosity, but the boy remained indifferent to the gifts, while the other children eagerly played and enjoyed themselves around him.Morgan, carefully holding the necklace in the palm of his hand, watched the happy children selecting their toys. A sense of unease washed over him."He's been asking for a lot of his sister's attention," the doctor commented with concern. "He even thinks she abandoned him now that he's awake and has seen his condition.""Has it been difficult to talk to him?" Charles asked, worried."Very," the doctor replied. "Although the treatment is progressing well, the illness can lead to depression, which is also very serious.""Alright..." Charles sighed, clutching the necklace tightly, hopef

**Chapter 149: Grandma Schemes Something**Hanna clutched the sink tightly, her fingers turning white as they pressed against the cold porcelain edge. Nausea churned in her stomach, a hot, bitter wave rising in her throat. She lowered her head, brown hair falling into her eyes, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.“I’m just feeling a little sick,” she murmured, her voice weak and hoarse. “Maybe it was the food… we tried so many new dishes, flavors I’ve never tasted before… maybe my body hasn’t adapted.”Davis watched her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.“I don’t believe it,” he said skeptically. “The dishes I picked were from the best restaurant in town, so I doubt that’s the issue.”Hanna raised her head, tears welling up in her brown eyes.“It’s true!” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I feel sick, I’m not making this up.”Davis sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the bathroom door.“I thought I was gaining your trust, but it seems your mind is still stuck in the past,