Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 142: Signing the document...

Jessica took a deep breathe while considering Davis words. "Yes, I think I know some bits and pieces of her though I may not recollect unless triggered by an image or emotion." She answered with all seriousness.

Davis shook his head lightly in denial. She never talked her mother’s Family. "What about her family?" He asked.

Jessica’s breath hitched in her throat. Her family, her people she don’t know much about them but only had a connection with her grandmother who she had learned medicine from. Still contemplating her answer, there was a knock on the door "Dinner is ready." Came the quiet voice of the maid.

"Alright, set the table." Davis instructed and casting a glance at Jessica on the bed "don’t bother on it, let’s eat so you can sleep." He said, worry and concern evident in his tone.

After several minutes, they both exited from the room and headed downstairs taking the revamped stairs for Davis movement. As they stepped into the sitting room, it was quiet except for the faint hum of a news broadcast coming from the sitting room.

There, lounging on the large velvet sofa, was Richard. He looked worn out. His shirt was slightly rumpled, the top button undone, and his sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. Papers and a half-empty coffee mug sat on the table in front of him. The stress of the day was written plainly on his face.

When he saw Jessica wheel Davis in, he sat up immediately, alert. "You’re back?" he asked, his eyes flickering with surprise and concern as they moved from Davis to Jessica.

Jessica gave him a soft nod, clearly exhausted. She didn’t have the energy to speak, but her tired smile said enough. Richard, however, wasn’t used to seeing her like this. The fact that Davis had gone so far as to cancel her entire schedule today was not just unusual—it was unprecedented.

They moved to the seat opposite him and sat down. Jessica picked some of the papers and quickly scanned through.

Davis leaned back slightly, his eyes sharp. "Any updates on what’s going on at the Allen Group?" he asked, his voice calm but commanding.

Richard nodded quickly, as if he had been waiting for the question. He reached for a folder on the table and opened it. "Yes. I have a scheduled meeting with Desmond’s representative tomorrow morning. The documents are all in place, and everything has been prepared. We just need your signature, Davis."

not that his signature would be required. His gaze flicked to Jessica, who sighed deeply and leaned a bit

a bit complicated," she began, her tone laced with tiredness. "Desmond is in a bind. The Investigation Bureau is breathing down his

mess before it escalates and for him not to lose his position. Luckily, We have a contact in the Bureau, someone who helped us get the

his gaze boring into her as though

from it working capital. To tidy it up, he needs to inject fund and no investor was willing

slowly, piecing it all together. "So... you gave him money to cover the unpaid taxes. In return, we

loss, but it’s his only choice if

man was cunning and power-hungry, always circling

shares are we

5%, and Davis owned 15%, with a verbal promise from their grandfather that he would eventually pass down his shares to him as part of the legacy as

sold off 5% of his shares quietly last year—probably when things started getting messy. That leaves him with 15%. He’s now handing over 10% to us to settle his debts. That leaves him with only 5%, and guess what? Aaron and Vera

narrowed his eyes. "They want

as his chance to climb higher. Vera—well,

Richard sharply. "What do you

the file and continued. "Desmond tried to approach our grandfather behind the scenes. He wanted to sell that last 5% to him under the table and disappear clean. But the old man

hard man, but fair.

right move," Davis said, his

but the situation isn’t over. Aaron’s been rallying