Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: 7 The world won't wait for you

~Davis Mansion~

It's been a few weeks since Davis return to the mansion but the ones peaceful and happy home had transformed into a home of fear where everyone had to thread cautiously. In the kitchen, a group of maids huddled together, their whispers filled with unease. Their faces apprehensive with anxiety etched into their expressions, as they spoke in hushed tones about the unpredictable temper of their boss that could flare into violence in an instant.

"Did you see him today? He threw a glass at the wall when the gardener asked about the new flowers," one said, her voice trembling.

"He's terrifying," another whispered. "I heard he shouted at Henry again this morning."

"He wasn't like this before the accident," the cook said softly, glancing toward the study. "He's hurting."

"That doesn't mean we're not," the first maid muttered.

"He should at least consider that his situation isn't our making", another chimed.

Ethan standing at the door was furious "Are you ready to leave?", he asked with his tone icy. The maids were startled and quietly bowed their heads in submission. "We are sorry sir", they echoed.

Ethan issued a stern before he turned on his heel towards the study —Davis sanctuary since his return.

It's been weeks since Davis returned to this home but he has become an unrecognizable man from who he had once been. He had transformed into someone irritable and bitter. His frustrations boiled all over erupting unpredictably as it creates a tense atmosphere that seeped into every corner of the house.

Despite the exquisite furnishings and serene environment, the house now feels more depressing than ever. Every member of the house avoids Davis as plague while they ensure to work with little or no noise to attract his attention and avoid his fury and will occasionally gather in the kitchen to talk about the day.

Even Henry, his butler had learnt to avoid situations that will implicate him further and will always go through Ethan who is more of their saviour to pass across information or request for instructions.

Davis sat in his study, an empty glass on the desk in front of him as he gaze into the blank void oblivious of his surroundings.

in hand. "You missed a call

voice sharp enough that Henry, who stood in the doorway

keep ignoring him, Davis.

cripple sitting in a house that feels more like a tomb than

come to serve his meal cleared his throat

Davis barked, slamming his hand down on the desk. "All of you, just leave me alone!" His

moment, glancing at Ethan, who nodded subtly. The butler stepped back and disappeared down

his arms across his chest as , leaned against the wall. "You don't scare me, you know. You can

the exhaustion behind his anger. "Why are you still here, Ethan?

"Because you're my friend. And unlike the others, I don't turn my back on people when they're at their lowest, that doesn't mean I can't

bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Friend? That's generous. I'm a broken

maybe it's time you stopped wallowing

there's

something. Because this," he gestured around

for a long moment, the tension thick. Davis finally

to fall back on. The only thing which might have given him a choice to fight back was his fiancee but then it is impossible. She has chosen her path and her

Desmond, Aaron... all of them. You're handing everything over without even putting up a

not handing over when everything is already

to Davis severally but at the end of the day, he will ignore it. Severally he had tried to make him see reasons but he is stuck in the past. "You were Davis Allen, the man people feared and respected. Now you're—" He hesitated, biting back the words, to organize a nice choice of word that wouldn't be offensive and

ahead. Say it. I'm nothing. A cripple. A shadow of the man

lost. But you haven't. Desmond may think he's won, but he hasn't buried you yet —or

at him, his eyes dull and lifeless. "You don't get it,

"No, I don't. But I know that sitting

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