Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 55: You dare to smile...

At that moment, the study door slowly creaked open.

Jessica stepped out first. Her face was expressionless, her eyes cold as they settled on Desmond. Davis followed closely behind, his expression dark and unyielding. The noises from the hallway wasn’t drowned on them, they heard it all.

Desmond sneered. "Finally decided to show yourselves?" His gaze flickered past them. "Where is he?" He queried, his gaze calculative.

Jessica looked at him for a while "What do you think?" She chimed. She would have waited to hear the more of what this man would want to say further but the old man needed rest and with their constant babbling—it is an impossible feat.

"What have you and your husband done to my father?" Desmond queried coldly walking up to her step by step.

It is clear he didn’t put Davis in his eyes. Jessica met his gaze head-on, a challenging smirk playing on her lips.

Seeing her smile made Desmond blood boil in rage. "She is the reason why things are going haywire? Davis had long given up when the family failed him but it seems I miscalculated by forcing this marriage", he mused.

"You dare to smile after the atrocity you just committed?" He snarled.

Jessica raised her brows, a questioning look donning her beautiful face. She felt her memory refreshed over and over again on what the true definition of shameless is. Noting her silence Desmond felt he had hit the mark.

"Am I wrong?" He pressed on.

He needed an answer before going into that room, and he must prove himself a good son thinking of the good of his father otherwise, how will he convince this people around him to surrender to him. Although, it is already a done deal but it is of essence to take the necessary steps.

"I must put my word, if my father loses a hair on his head, I will not finish with and I must make sure you pay the price you deserve through law." He threatened icily.

The family members nodded in agreement. How can one be seriously sick yet instead of been sent to the hospital, he is locked up in the house.

chimed. It is baffling how one can be ranting about

abiding

hand folded across her chest, her presence towering at the door "Then I am sorry to disappoint you",

retort, Davis’s voice spoke, his tone low but firm.

flicker of panic and disbelief flashed in eyes and he trembled slightly but he

don’t know what you’re talking about." He concluded, his gaze resting on

thought he masked well and a cold smile playing on

gone silent

why blocking the door, even

means," she said smoothly, "go in and

Desmond hesitated. His breath hitched lightly, his fist clenched was sweaty.

so certain of the old man in dire condition. Why don’t you

relief as he followed them in not without casting a

struggled to calm his fury. He cannot step

and ensure they aren’t playing games with me." He said halfheartedly while

he strode into the study doors

dimly lit study, Elder Allen was sitting

of water in her hand. Davis, expression unreadable, watched Desmond

Desmond’s mind reeled. He had been so certain Elder

awake,

smirked slightly. "What was that about negligence, Uncle

his seat, his eyes narrowing. "Why the commotion?" His

his composure. "I—I was worried about you, Father," he said quickly, masking his frustration with forced concern. "We thought something had