Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Visiting the Allen family.

Jessica can’t lose her life without saving the Brown family from ruin," he muttered, his voice dark with resolve.

He left the room and headed straight to his bedroom to get himself ready for the trip to the Allen family.

~At the Allen family~

Elder Allen had remained in his bedroom since morning, not even stepping out for breakfast.

After the message last night, he had felt a sense of relief, but to protect Davis, he had to continue feigning his frailty.

As Alfred descended the grand staircase, Desmond approached him, his expression painted with concern—though deep inside, he was gloating.

"What about my father?" Desmond asked, his voice carrying just the right amount of worry.

Alfred, who had served Elder Allen for decades, knew better than to be deceived. What the Allen family never truly realized was that he wasn’t just a butler but a specially assigned guard. He had witnessed all the family’s internal drama firsthand.

The butler let out a deep sigh. "The Old Man hasn’t been in good condition since last night, and as of now, he hasn’t eaten anything."

Desmond’s gaze flickered toward the stairs leading to his father’s room before he returned his attention to Alfred. "What about his medication?" he probed.

"With how weak he is, he couldn’t handle any additional medication," Alfred replied, his voice carefully neutral.

Desmond gave a small nod before turning toward Elder Allen’s room. His steps were deliberate, his mind already calculative.

door, bracing himself for whatever lay ahead. A

twisted

hand resting on the sheets, his breathing shallow. Noticing Desmond’s

about their whereabouts?" he

grim as he approached the bedside. "Dad, you haven’t had breakfast?" he asked, concern laced in

left

need to eat something so you can

old man sighed. "I will eat

again. "I’m heading to the police station. It’s been over 24 hours

carefully. "Isn’t there anything you can do to search for

his head. "The police are the best option at

He had made sure to keep his discussion minimal and

Allen slowly sat up, resting his head against the headboard. His gaze remained fixed coldly on the shut door, his expression contemplative. It was becoming increasingly

shaking

the stairs with measured strides. The moment he stepped into the sitting room, his steps faltered, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of George Brown. A wave of irritation

his movements slightly hesitant. Yet, despite the situation, he forced

tone casual, as though they were

always known the Brown family to be opportunistic, clinging to power wherever and where evet they could. Still, seeing George wear

mind. Jessica... She truly

no problem?" Desmond smirked, leaning back slightly as he observed George

George Brown here, Desmond was certain it wasn’t a

Jessica..." George hesitated, rubbing his palms

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