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.

is baffling how one can be ranting about his

abiding

chest, her presence towering at the door "Then I

retort, Davis’s voice spoke, his tone

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 anywhere

which he thought he masked well and a cold smile playing on her

was palpable, the hallway had long gone silent as every pair

why blocking the door, even now?" He turned, addressing the gathered family members. "Mark my words—something is

all means," she said smoothly, "go in and see

time, Desmond hesitated. His breath hitched lightly, his fist clenched was sweaty. His eyes darting around the faces of the

his gaze, unblinking. "You seem so certain of the old man in dire

Ethan sighed with relief as he followed them in not without casting

hand clenched and unclenched as he struggled to

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

he strode into the study doors "Where....". His words died in

dimly lit study, Elder Allen

beside him, a glass of water in her hand.

a moment, silence filled the room, Desmond’s mind reeled. He had been so certain Elder Allen

awake, his gaze

slightly. "What was that about negligence, Uncle

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

Father," he said quickly, masking his