Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 34: Are you suggesting...

~Central Hospital ~

Several minutes after Bob left the hospital ward, Aaron arrived, his footsteps brisk and hurried. The elevator took longer than expected to arrive, and when it finally arrived, he stepped in and hastily shut the door, eliciting complaints from those waiting. He barely acknowledged them—his mind was elsewhere.

Reaching the corridor leading to Desmond’s ward, he took a deep breath to gather his composure before he pushed the door open.

Inside the ward, Desmond lay on the hospital bed his gaze on the blank canvas of the ceiling, looking visibly drained. His face was pale, tiny beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. His hand clutched his abdomen tightly, and his usually sharp eyes was dull. An IV drip was attached to his hand to provide him with much-needed fluids, but it was clear he isn’t close to recovery.

"Dad", he called tentatively as he pulled a chair closer and sat down, he gazed at Desmond briefly while assessing his condition. "How are you feeling now?" His voice was calm, but tinged with concern lingering beneath his usual arrogant tone.

Desmond scoffed, his lips curling in displeasure. "Painful," he muttered as he shifted slightly to face him. "The doctor said it was an acute gastritis. A bleeding ulcer sent me to the emergency room isn’t it ridiculous?." He winced, his fingers tightening over his stomach.

Aaron’s brow furrowed, his tone inquisitive. "Did you have any symptoms before this?"

Desmond sighed lightly. "I ignored them because I assumed that it was just indigestion. But now it seems that damn alcohol..." His voice trailed off, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. He wasn’t a lightweight when it came to drinking and can be able to handle his liquor should there be any emergency. But last night, was a different case and it all changed after Jessica gave him some drinks.

Aaron narrowed his eyes. "Dad, do you think someone tampered with your drink?"

Desmond’s lips pressed into a thin line. "I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but... Jessica, Jessica. She might not be as innocent as she appears."

Aaron’s expression darkened slightly. "Are you suggesting—"

Desmond cut him off with a dismissive wave. "Not yet. But I want you to keep an eye on her. She is about to join the Group and when she does make sure someone watches her every move. I don’t trust her not anymore."

Aaron exhaled and leaned back in his chair. "Understood." He glanced at the IV drip. "What is the doctor’s suggestion about your discharge?"

"They’ll keep me under observation for another day. If my condition stabilizes, I can leave tomorrow." Desmond sighed, rubbing his temple. "There is no time for me to be lying around in a hospital bed. There’s so much to take care of."

"Don’t you know your health should

Aaron." His gaze turned cold and distant as he instructed Aaron. "Find out everything

a curt nod. "I’ll handle

reveled on the incident and his interaction with Jessica last night. He couldn’t help but doubt. "Jessica... was she truly the naive woman she pretended to be?" He

hospital,

taken. A thought flashed through Aaron’s mind "What mission is Bob on?" Aaron asked his gaze pointed as he stared

in it. "Just some facts investigation, nothing much."

convinced about the answer taking note of the brief pause before

expression was impressive but his gut told

skepticism. "That’s unlike you,

fade. "Since I ended up in this damn hospital bed," he said, adjusting his position slightly. "Something doesn’t sit right

leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "And Bob? What exactly is he

feeling last night wasn’t a coincidence. Someone played a hand, and I don’t like being on the receiving end of manipulation but—it is more

"You think Jessica had

too early to tell. But whether it’s Jessica or someone

for a moment, then nodded. "I’ll keep an

deepened. "Let’s see what

in the ward. He pulled out the phone, his mood turned sour and his fingers clenched around his phone as he saw Vera’s name flashing on the screen. His patience was already wearing thin,

answering, his voice cold. "What do you want,

brief pause, then her voice came through, smooth but laced with irritation. "Aaron, do you have any idea what time it is? It’s past midnight. Where the hell

when do you care

without informing me. Do you expect me

"I don’t

a sharp laugh. "Oh, really? You don’t owe me an explanation, but I’m supposed

her off, his voice dangerously low. "Don’t start

What wrong have I done to you? Isn’t it proper for one’s wife to know of