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 and

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

briefly and glanced at the butler his gaze

know—is there any hope of my daughter returning? Have the captors been caught? Is there a plan for rescue?" His voice carried

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

he could still find another powerful family willing to form an alliance with the Browns—one that could pull them

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

urgency buried beneath the thin veil of concern he claimed to had for

be answered was

possible to handle

wasn’t the answer

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

frustration, the glimmer of calculation behind his eyes and

alternatives. If Jessica was alive, he wanted her back, not out

finality. "But as I said, you will be informed at the appropriate

inhaled sharply, his hands curling at his sides. They were

wasn’t going to get anything more

into one of reluctant acceptance. "Fine," he muttered as he

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

another part of

police station,