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."

that his signature would be required. His gaze flicked to Jessica, who sighed deeply and

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

have a contact in the Bureau, someone who helped us get the accountants in. They reviewed everything

into her as though seeing her for

from it working capital. To tidy it up, he

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

said. "It’s damage control for him. A huge loss, but it’s his

He didn’t like Desmond—never had. The man was cunning and power-hungry, always circling for an opportunity. But now, he was finally cornered.

his shares are we talking about?" Davis asked,

Desmond had controlled 20% of the shares. Their grandfather held 35%, making him the majority holder. Aaron had 5%, and Davis owned 15%, with a verbal promise from their grandfather that he would eventually pass down his

with 15%. He’s now

eyes. "They want that

a smug smile. "They’re desperate. With Desmond weakened, everyone’s scrambling for control. Aaron sees this as his chance to climb higher. Vera—well, she’s always been

looked over at Richard sharply.

wanted to sell that last 5% to him under the table and disappear clean. But

hard man, but fair. He never tolerated

move," Davis said,

the armrest, her eyes closed briefly. "It’s a win, but the situation isn’t over. Aaron’s been rallying support from minor shareholders. Vera,