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.

his son-in-law but he chooses to stand with Desmond. She isn’t surprised, after all he

whose face was impassive as though

rage in her heart. She can’t

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

wrong." She replied. "Everyone

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

Slowly, she detached herself from his embrace and stood up. "I will check on your legs when I come out of the bath." She said forcing a smile

down her back, it’s wave seductively glowing under chandelier’s light, her fair

didn’t want her to

suppress her anger. He had felt her body tremble with rage, he had felt the change in her aura and her

of a husband", he mused. But come to

of George’s words, nor the weight of his past torment. Instead, a quiet, burning determination began to take root in him—a resolve to make

wrestling with his own demons, but now he needs to protect her from

had endured, he will return back in folds. No one would get away with hurting her again.

won’t live well?" Davis thought to himself, the words reverberated in his mind. The idea that his condition could define his worth, or limit his ability to live

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