Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 91: Proof of importance

As they stepped out of the mansion, a wave of fresh air hit them as if washing away their fatigue.

Jessica continuously glanced back to the direction of the Old man’s window in hope of she will get to see him for the last time.

It had been quite challenging treating him as well as shielding him from the dangers of exposure to the enemy. She would have preferred having him at a close proximity where she can quickly attend to him

"Like I said you don’t have to worry about him, he will be fine. He has been all these years and will still be", Davis said.

These few days of staying at home had given him time to clear some grudge and doubt.

With his current decision he knew he must be more forgiving and magnanimous —more like a fool to unravel the mysteries surrounding the activities in the Allen family.

Jessica nodded lightly at Davis’s words but didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she cast one last look in the direction of Elder Allen’s room, her expression calm and composed.

She had expected the Old man to at least see them off, but maybe his silence was his way of protecting them—keeping his distance so no one would suspect where his loyalties truly lay.

With a faint sigh, she turned back to Davis, her hands tightened slightly on the handles of his wheelchair. "I know he’ll be fine, but I can’t shake the feeling that things will only get more complicated from here," she murmured.

Davis tilted his head slightly, gazing up at her with a knowing look. "Why do you think so? Do you think something will go wrong?" He asked.

After witnessing the incident last night, Davis made a decision to trust her instincts.

every step we make, I know is being watched and

Desmond... even people we haven’t considered yet. This

out a low chuckle, though there was no amusement in his tone. "Isn’t it better they watch? It proves you aren’t easy, it shows your

our importance."

A proof

let things slip through his fingers. This time, I’ll

face, taking note of his seriousness and the fire burning in his eyes

and worshipped. And though he was still bound to a wheelchair, his determination alone was enough

throat lightly from the front. "If we don’t leave now, you might actually be late for

his voice. "Well, we

gave a small nod. "No,

car. Slowly

room. She stood at the window watching as Jessica helped Davis into the car then the wheelchair. Her gaze on her

strengthened her back throwing a glance at the window where a figure she could

before she slowly stepped into the car from the other side and the door with a slow automatic motion slid

watched the car pull away from the Allen estate. Jessica’s bright, challenging smile burned in her mind,

is just starting," Vera muttered under her breath, her nails digging into her palm. "Did she think she can just waltz into the Allen Group and take

years, she had been compelled by