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.

wind teased her hair gently, tossing a few strands across

the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and she stepped in without hesitation. Her mind had already moved to her next

the elevator opened on the private floor, the dean was already

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

returned the nod.

was colder here. Quiet and heavy with tension.

Donald Santiago was pacing. His tall frame moved back and forth like a caged lion. But the moment the door opened,

swept over her slowly, almost as if trying to remember something

of longing that made her chest tighten. She gave a small, respectful nod. "Mr.

coming back to the moment. He cleared his throat,

fast as I could," she replied, setting her bag down gently. "Where is

inner room. "Inside. She hasn’t woken

her heart ached. She didn’t know why the thought of Lady Matilda being unconscious bothered her so much. She had only met her recently, yet she felt something strong pulling her

Donald. "I’ll examine her now. I need

protest. "Anything you need. I’ll be right outside." As he stepped out, Jessica walked toward

her breathing shallow. Machines beeped gently

beside the bed, took the older woman’s hand, and gently pressed her

weak,

hand moved to Matilda’s forehead, then to her chest. She closed her eyes briefly, focusing—not just on the data, but on the energy, the signs that only someone trained in both modern and ancient

could feel it—not just

just a health crisis. It felt like something administered to her, possibly intentional. She scribbled down several findings in her notepad while she calmly

intense examination, Jessica finally reached

"She’s been poisoned."

and unsettling. Her hands paused for a moment, hovering over Lady Matilda’s still body. A deep frown settled on her face

do

happened between yesterday

that damages the nerves slowly—what’s

of the situation. Slowly, she moved to dress Lady Matilda properly after the examination.

A bangle.

a

looked familiar. Too familiar. Her fingers brushed across the surface, and her breath

need to examine it further to guess. It was likely made from the same material as the pendant she wore. And if she was right, the insignia etched

aside. "No... not now,"

life was already off balance—too much change, too much chaos. The

do was what she came here to do: treat her patient and

That was it.

did this case

badly to find out who

herself under her breath. "Why go