Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 53: Don’t call anyone in...

Davis and Jessica arrived at the door of Elder Allen’s study in silence. The hallway well lit with several rooms facing each other.

Jessica slowly tapped on the door. A weak imperceptible voice filtered through ushering them inside.

Jessica held the handle and pushed lightly, the door opened with a squeak. Ethan pushed it with wider as she wheeled Davis in and the door shut with a click as Ethan remained outside.

Elder Allen sat behind the large mahogany table, his friend and butler Alfred standing beside him a glass of warm water in his hand as he helped Elder Allen take a sip to moisten his hoarse throat.

Jessica’s eyes swept over the room as she took note of the arrangement. The study though dimly lit exuded an air of authority and a long standing tradition of the Allen family blended both with sophistication and legacy.

On the walls lined a floor to ceiling bookshelves and one side of the shelves housing various awards, a testament of their prowess in so many aspects. A bed at the far extreme corner of the study, a clear indication of balancing work and rest.

A large mahogany table positioned at the center has several files arranged on it. A reading lamp on the desk with some exquisite antique orderly arranged in various positions of the room bringing to light its vintage furnishings.

Her gaze scanned the study lightly before it settled on Elder Allen’s pale complexion. Though his posture was straight and composed, the faint tremor in his hands did not escape her eyes.

His shoulders sagged lightly, Vera’s incident has really taken its toll on his weak body and despite the warm water Alfred offered him, he is still tired.

Davis’s expression was cold and almost detached as he studied his grandfather but his eyes held several emotions swirling in them, his thought conflicting. He had been told his grandfather was hospitalized immediately after his accident due to shock and heart attack.

But like other members of the family he had been away from his ward until he woke up, he had not done anything to stop Desmond and Aaron from their plans. He had also approved his deal of forcing him into marriage with a woman he never knew or met.

exhaustion in the old man’s gaze, but beneath it, there was something else— a calmness of someone fully prepared for eventuality. A look that left

lifted to meet Jessica’s first before shifting to Davis.

comfortable position before she took the chair before Elder Allen. His gaze never

gaze head on, a silent battle of wits between them. His lips curled up in approval,

He asked glancing at her. His tone wasn’t a question but more of a confirmation. His gaze lingering in

marriage but I want you to see

that Elder had

wouldn’t want to go into that details because as much as he would love to it is

know my mother?", she asked staring at him. Her knowledge about her mother has been

for a longer time past the time she spent with her. She has the feeling

woman". He responded, a smile

Jessica asked while she took in the various changes on his

exhaled slowly, then turned his gaze to Davis. "I have been feeling... different lately. At first, I attributed it to old age, but now...I" His voice trailed

paled and his fist clenched as he gasped for breathe. A sharp gasp escaped his lips. His entire body swayed, his

no, not good",

Her instincts kicked in, and she

wide with panic. Alfred hurried to his room to get his medication. His movement attracting the

summoning of Davis. He might have a hidden agenda but hearing the frantic voices in

was very weak, his breath shallow coupled with the previous symptoms she noticed in the dinning room, she made her deductions. "He was been drugged