Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 54: She is a doctor...

Outside the study, Some of the family members around were on edge while Desmond paced the hallway furiously.

He was in the sitting room when Alfred hurried past him to the old man’s room without sparing him a glance or even talking to him.

His hurried footsteps, a testament that something has gone amiss, he knows the old man’s body the best. Though, the doctors have always given him a report that it is as a result of old age- that was an excuse to keep him from investigating further.

With his suspicion mounting, he dialed out to some of the family members who hasn’t gone far making sure they return to the house, they have to be present to witness the scene he waited for a long time.

He wished his son would have been here but then the journey to the hospital is inevitable.

By the time he finished his arrangement, Alfred had already hurried past him to the study, he followed him but then the door was shut against his face.

Desmond’s blood boiled with rage, he heard Alfred clearly issuing instructions not to allow anyone entry including himself.

"How dare he, a mere butler take such decision?" He mused. He promise to put them in their place in a short while.

Ethan stood guard together with the few bodyguard Alfred had deployed with the old man’s token which means he cannot order them out of the way and they will obey only obey Alfred—even as the Chairman of the group he has been denied of such privilege. He is not resigned with such arrangement.

"I have to go in and see my father", he thundered, his voice trembling with anger as he forced to push himself through the door but they did not budge, their expressions impassive.

Alfred had given strict instructions not to allow anybody in at the moment. He has always been wary of Desmond and since Jessica mentioned some traces of drug in his system, he couldn’t take any chances —not now, not later.

Despite Desmond shouts and anger threatening to set the guards ablaze, the door remained shut, a barrier between him and the truth he wanted the most.

made his nerves tighten. He had planned everything carefully—Elder Allen was supposed to collapse beyond recovery, and the chaos that followed would have been

no sign of them calling for immediate medical help and assistant? "Why are they so calm and silent?"

earlier to get Jessica’s contact but she ran into Alfred in the hallway and like other members of the family she joined Desmond to the study but was surprised that he was denied entry. With

and curious while she gazed on worriedly continuously praying silently for his recovery. Should Desmond find out,

He was confident that he will be the one to handle everything concerning

his wildest dream did he expect Davis and Jessica staying back after

step. Desmond turned sharply, his voice cutting through the air. "Open this door!"

guards stared at him incredulously as though they are seeing

Staring at me when the boss you are supposed to protect is on a butchering table?"

eyes yet they didn’t move out of the door,

Allen, you should be responsible for what you say

wanted to talk some sense into this man who felt he has the world in his hands since he enthroned

not responsible for what I say? Am I lying?" He queried, his gaze challenging as Ethan met

is more reasonable to say you have plotted for his

be here screaming to see the old man but he didn’t think of calling the doctor, it is quite ridiculous to think he cares. It is more like he wants to see the situation and devise a new plan for his

briefly, his gaze momentarily complicated which disappeared

think I don’t know that Davis, the crippled disappointment, has finally lost it. He couldn’t handle losing his position and his fiancée, so now he’s taking matters into his

cut open the head of this man and see what is inside. He sighed deeply as he made a decision to ignore his

he cannot put this servant in place. His voice rose, sharp and accusing.

rippled through the house as family members, gathered more and more in the hallway, their expression in various shades —mockery, happy,