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.

chest, his anger palpable.

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

and glanced at the butler his

Is there a plan for rescue?" His voice carried a desperate edge,

otherwise. He couldn’t return home empty-handed. If he couldn’t secure compensation from the Allen family, then the next best option was to

another powerful family willing to form an alliance with the Browns—one that could pull them out of the mess they were in and shield

expression indifferent as he regarded George with the same

the desperation in the man’s voice, the urgency buried beneath the thin veil of concern he claimed to had

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

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

clenched. It wasn’t the answer

know If the captors have been captured, if there’s

studied George, watching the flicker of frustration, the glimmer of calculation behind his

just here for an update—he was already considering alternatives. If Jessica was alive, he wanted her

tone smooth yet laced with finality. "But as I

inhaled sharply, his hands curling at his sides. They

anything

his expression into one of reluctant acceptance. "Fine," he muttered as he stepped past Alfred and

If the Allen family wouldn’t hand Jessica over, then he had

another part of the

the police station,