Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 158: She is poisoned...

Donald looked down at his trembling hand, then clenched it into a tight fist.

That scene replayed in his head again and again.

She had been fine. She had been smiling. And then suddenly, she was unconscious.

What had gone wrong?

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his brows furrowed deep in thought.

Was it something she ate? Or something she saw? Or was it something else—something far more serious and hidden?

He had spent the last hour pacing, trying to stay calm, trying not to think of the worst. But now, sitting in this cold room while doctors worked behind closed doors, the fear he had been holding back slowly began to overwhelm him.

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The drive to the hospital was quiet. No words were exchanged. No distractions. Just the low hum of the car’s engine and the soft rhythm of tires against the road.

Jessica sat in the back seat, her gaze fixed on the screen of her phone. The hospital had sent over Lady Matilda’s medical history, and she was reading through it slowly, carefully.

Her eyes scanned each line, her brows furrowing now and then. Her expression remained calm and unreadable, but her mind was filled with thoughts.

So many things didn’t add up.

As she read deeper, her thoughts drifted. This wasn’t just about the clinical terms and cold medical reports. Jessica wasn’t only trained in modern medicine—she had also been trained by her grandmother, who had taught her the deep, ancient methods of herbal and natural healing.

That training gave her a different way of looking at health. A different way of understanding illness. It allowed her to see things most doctors would miss.

"This isn’t right..." she murmured under her breath, reading over a section again. "These symptoms don’t match the conclusions. Not completely..."

She leaned back slightly, letting her mind sort through the puzzle. "I’ll have to examine her myself," she said softly. "Only then can I decide what’s really going on."

As they approached the hospital, Jessica’s body straightened, her posture poised. Her senses sharpened.

The car rolled into the parking lot and came to a smooth stop. Jessica looked around quickly and carefully. The building looked normal, but she never let her guard down.

and stepped out. The wind teased her hair gently, tossing a few strands

she stepped in without hesitation. Her mind had already moved

opened on the private floor, the

her a small nod, respectful and serious. "You are here?" He said, falling in

the nod. "Take me to

was colder here. Quiet and heavy with tension. They reached the private ward, and the dean gently pushed the door

moved back and forth like a

eyes landed on Jessica. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His gaze swept over her slowly, almost as if trying to remember something lost. Her face, her posture, even the way she stood—he

full of pain, worry, and regret. A kind of longing that made her chest tighten. She gave a small,

the moment. He cleared his throat, the

could," she replied, setting her bag down gently. "Where

room. "Inside. She hasn’t woken up. The doctors said she will wake up

of Lady Matilda being unconscious bothered her so much. She had only met her recently, yet she felt something strong pulling her toward the older woman. Like they were

I

I’ll be right outside."

face pale, her breathing shallow. Machines beeped gently around her, keeping track

the older woman’s hand, and gently pressed her fingers against

was weak, but

chest. She closed her eyes briefly, focusing—not just on the data, but on the energy, the

happened to you?" Something was wrong. She could feel it—not just from the reports or the symptoms,

something administered to her, possibly intentional. She scribbled down several findings in her notepad while

quiet but intense examination, Jessica finally

"She’s been poisoned."

Lady Matilda’s still body. A deep frown settled on her face as her thoughts spiraled with confusion and

would do

happened between yesterday and

that damages the nerves slowly—what’s the

she moved to dress Lady Matilda properly after the examination. But just as she reached for her arm, something caught

A bangle.

Intricately carved. Almost like a

The material, the design—it looked familiar. Too familiar. Her fingers brushed across the surface, and her breath

from the same material as the pendant she wore. And if she was

a beat, but she quickly shook her head and pushed the thought aside. "No... not now," she whispered to herself, gently covering

balance—too much change, too much chaos. The past year had felt like one storm after another. Curiosity was

here to do:

That was it.

case feel personal? Why did she feel so...

did she want so badly to find out

goal?" she asked herself under