Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 61: Her majesty, that’s your family...

"Did you just say ...crippled ...disappointment of a hus..band?" She drawled icily.

"Jessica, you need to apologize to Desmond, you shouldn’t have interrupted the treatment of his father when you are not a doctor? He sneered.

He didn’t expect Desmond calling him a few hours ago to talk to his daughter to desist interfering with his father’s treatment, otherwise he will deal with the Brown family.

He had been calling her number but she isn’t picking up. He didn’t expect she has grown wings to ignore his call.

"Dad, you just insulted my husband and expected me to ignore it?" She asked coldly.

George felt the biting coldness in her voice at the last statement. "Jessica, am still your father. How dare you talk to me that way?" He questioned.

"Really, you are my dad. But you dare talk to my husband that way, is it fair?" She queried with a suppressed rage.

"Jessica, listen to me..." George began but Jessica’s cold voice interrupted him "you made a grave mistake" she said.

At the sound of her father’s disbelief—"What?"—she ended the call abruptly. She was very angry, never in her dreams has she expected her father to have uttered such a hurting word.

She isn’t surprised, after all he dumped his wife in the hospital

phone tightened, she lifted her gaze to look at Davis whose

you heard that." She whispered as she suppressed the rage in her heart. She can’t let

about?" He smirked. "Is not like he is wrong." A glint of mischief in his

She replied. "Everyone has their low moments in life". She

hurt but seeing the little girl in his arms furious over the statement,

stood up. "I will check on your legs when I come out of the bath." She said forcing a smile on her face. She needs a place to calm her fraying nerves and a warm bath might

glowing under chandelier’s light, her fair skin complimenting the signt.

gaze clouded over in fury. He had been angry but didn’t want her to bother much or

suppress her anger. He had felt her body tremble with rage, he had felt the change in her aura and her frosty gaze... He felt hurt, he felt sad that

mused. But come to think of it "How audacious it is for George

words, nor the weight of his past torment. Instead, a quiet, burning determination

so long wrestling with his own demons, but now he needs to protect her from people who feel

in folds. No one would get away with hurting her

well?" Davis thought to himself, the words reverberated in his mind. The idea that his condition could define his worth, or limit

his anger burning red with regards to how Jessica had felt earlier and a fiery determination burned within him, he realized a hidden truth: his disability didn’t define him, and it certainly wouldn’t dictate his future even his present has no link