Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 108: I need more than that

George stiffened as he watched Desmond disappear down the hallway without a backward glance. The cold dismissal left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing with myriad of questions. How could they discard him so easily? Was he not a bonafide in-law?

His daughter had gone missing under their watch, yet they treated him as nothing more than an inconvenience.

His hands curled into fists at his sides. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

A soft chuckle broke through his thoughts. George turned sharply, only to find Alfred descending the staircase at a leisurely pace.

The butler’s lips were curled in the faintest hint of amusement, his eyes gleaming with quiet observation at the deeds and words of George Brown.

From the moment George entered the Allen household, Alfred had been watching him keenly.

The way his gaze flickered over every corner and item of the sitting room, his eyes alight with veiled calculations—he wasn’t just here for answers or concerns about situation. He was measuring, assessing.

But the most telling moment had been when George bypassed the usual decorum, to personally request wine rather than waiting for it to be served in accordance.

It was as though he is a member of the Allen family and entitled to act as the master of the house. Now, standing before George, Alfred bowed lightly, his movements fluid and controlled.

Without a word, he stretched out a hand, a silent but unmistakable gesture of ushering him out of the way.

George’s face twitched, his pride warring with the clear dismissal. He wanted to protest, to demand the respect he believed was due to him at least as an inlaw.

Alfred’s unblinking stare, he felt a suffocating weight settle on his chest, his anger palpable. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed his indignation

butler’s presence at his side as he walked out was a reminder of his status—no matter how much he wished otherwise, he was an outsider here. At this point he realized that even Jessica is more of an Alien than him by the virtue of

glanced at the butler his gaze etched with

need to know—is there any hope of my daughter returning? Have the captors been caught? Is there a plan for rescue?" His voice carried a desperate edge, his fingers twitching at

If he couldn’t secure compensation from the Allen family, then the next best option was to have Jessica

Browns—one that could pull them out of the mess they were in and shield them from the

gaze, his expression indifferent as he regarded George with the same quiet scrutiny he

the man’s voice, the urgency buried beneath

he wished he could be answered was if truly he wanted Jessica back—or the leverage

firm, "the Allen family is doing everything possible to handle the situation. I believe you will be informed at the appropriate time." He concluded

It wasn’t

his tone sharpening. " I need to know If the captors have been captured, if there’s a plan for rescue, I have the right to know. Jessica

behind his eyes and the seething rage of failure of not achieving his purpose. So that was

update—he was already considering alternatives. If Jessica was alive, he wanted

tone smooth yet laced with finality. "But as I said, you

curling at his sides. They

going to get anything more from the

acceptance. "Fine," he muttered as he stepped past Alfred and

descended the steps, his thoughts churned darkly. If the Allen family wouldn’t hand Jessica

another part of

drove slowly toward the police station, his mind churning