Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 76: Shopping Mall 4

The male wing of the shopping mall is located at the Northeast of the mall which is two or three shops apart.

The group made their way slowly to the mall. Jessica was hoping to use this opportunity to add some casual clothes of different colours to the set of clothes in Davis wardrobe.

As they drew closer to their location, Davis’s breathing hitched, his grip on Jessica’s hand tightening involuntarily.

Just as he was struggling to steady himself, a store manager approached, he glanced at them one after another and finally his condescending smirk settled on Davis who was sitting on the wheelchair.

"Sir, you cannot go into the store in a wheelchair," the manager stated, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You can wait for your colleagues at the lounge." He concluded, his smile widening.

A heavy silence followed his words. Jessica’s face darkened instantly, her eyes cold. Pamela folded her arms across her chest, glared at the store manager as if he were the filth beneath her shoes.

Ethan was seething with rage, his jaw and fist clenched. He would have hit this man on the face but that will attract more onlookers than the people already gathered and Davis couldn’t cope with their gaze —not yet.

He made a mental note to seek out the manager and teach him a reason to always respect everyone he comes across irrespective of age or size.

Davis remained still, his expression complicated. Though he appeared calm but a storm was raging in his heart. He was preparing himself for stares, glares and whispers, but outright rejection? No, he never planned for it and seeing it happen —It stung.

Jessica let out a cold chuckle, breaking the silence. "Excuse me?" She said, her voice cold.

The manager shifted slightly but kept his smug demeanor. "It’s the store policy. We have limited space inside, and a wheelchair would be... obstructive."

that made Pamela step back instinctively. "Limited space? Yet you have enough space

quickly regained his composure. "Ma’am, I don’t

sharply. She took a step

I am only following orders", the

Desmond had met and instructed the mall

really mean a person in a wheelchair is not qualified to shop here, even when that person has his money on him?" Her

in affirmation. "Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what I mean.

need to go into much

to know is this mall under which group?" she

why she is more akin to questioning him then thinking about how to handle their shopping along with the crippled

tightening on Davis’s wheelchair handles. "You mean

storm brewing in Jessica’s gaze, puffed out his chest. "Yes, it

didn’t reach her eyes. "And as a store manager, you believe it is right to decide who is and isn’t qualified to shop

split second before he

a forced smile. "This mall

a blade. "You mean the standard of insulting the customers

phone from her handbag sitting on Davis lap and with a click of her finger she dialed Elder Allen’s number,

have the right to terminate a staff

paled, his legs shaking and his shoulders sagged. "It can’t be happening, he is only following orders. Why had it turned

let anyone in a wheelchair in" how come?" The manager muttered to

a minor matter." Elder Allen said, his voice