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.

teased her hair gently, tossing a few strands across her face. But her stride remained

and she stepped in without hesitation. Her mind had already moved

opened on the private floor, the

nod, respectful and serious. "You

returned the nod. "Take

The air was colder here. Quiet and heavy with tension. They reached

tall frame moved back and forth like

over her slowly, almost as if trying to remember something lost. Her face, her posture, even the way she stood—he

at her—so full of pain, worry, and regret. A kind of longing that made her chest

back to the moment. He cleared his throat,

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

toward the inner room. "Inside. She hasn’t woken up. The doctors said

know why the thought of Lady Matilda being unconscious bothered her so much. She

Donald. "I’ll examine her now. I

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

Matilda lay still, her face pale, her breathing shallow. Machines beeped gently around her, keeping track of her

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

weak,

the data, but on the energy,

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

just a health crisis. It felt like something administered to her, possibly intentional. She

intense examination, Jessica finally

"She’s been poisoned."

her mind, heavy and unsettling. Her hands paused for a moment, hovering over Lady Matilda’s still body. A deep frown settled on her face as her thoughts spiraled with confusion and

would do

between yesterday and

a poison that damages the

dress Lady Matilda properly after the examination.

A bangle.

Almost like a handmade piece

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

made from the same material as the pendant she wore. And if she was right, the insignia etched

but she quickly shook her head and pushed the thought aside. "No... not now," she whispered to

change, too much chaos. The

what she came here to do: treat her

That was it.

case feel personal? Why did she

did she want so badly to

goal?" she asked herself under her