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

elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and she stepped in without hesitation. Her mind had

on the private

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

returned the nod. "Take me to

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

Santiago was pacing. His tall frame moved back and forth

anything. His gaze swept over her slowly, almost as if trying to remember something lost.

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

He cleared his throat, the emotions in his eyes barely

I could," she replied, setting her bag down

stepped aside and motioned toward the inner room. "Inside. She hasn’t woken up. The doctors

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

Donald. "I’ll examine her now. I need some space. Please give me a

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

her breathing shallow. Machines beeped gently around her, keeping track of

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

weak, but

focusing—not just on the data, but on the energy, the signs that only someone trained in both

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

intentional. She scribbled down several findings in her

quiet but intense examination, Jessica finally reached a

"She’s been poisoned."

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

do

happened between yesterday and

the nerves slowly—what’s the end

she moved to dress Lady

A bangle.

Almost like a handmade piece passed

leaned in closer. The material, the design—it looked familiar. Too familiar. Her fingers brushed across the surface, and

pendant she wore. And if she was right, the insignia

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

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

do was what she came here to do:

That was it.

her heart was uneasy. Why did this case feel personal? Why did she

why did she want so badly to find out who

is their goal?" she asked herself under her breath. "Why