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.

slid on her sunglasses, pushed open the door, and stepped out. The wind teased her hair gently,

stepped in without hesitation. Her mind had

elevator opened on the private

small nod, respectful and serious. "You are

the nod. "Take

colder here. Quiet and heavy with tension. They reached the private ward,

pacing. His tall frame moved back and forth like a caged lion. But the

almost as if trying to remember something lost. Her face, her posture, even the

worry, and regret. A kind of longing that made her chest tighten. She

his throat, the emotions in his eyes barely

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

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

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

to Donald. "I’ll examine her now. I need some

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

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

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

weak,

eyes briefly, focusing—not just on the data, but on the energy, the

Something was wrong. She could feel it—not just from the reports or the

to her, possibly intentional. She scribbled down several

examination, Jessica finally reached

"She’s been poisoned."

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

would do this?

between yesterday

poison that damages the nerves

to make sense of the situation. Slowly, she moved to dress Lady Matilda properly after the examination. But just as she reached for her

A bangle.

like a handmade piece passed down through

Too familiar. Her fingers brushed across the surface, and

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

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

change, too much chaos. The past year had felt

she came here to do: treat

That was it.

uneasy. Why did this case feel personal? Why did she

did she want so badly to find out

goal?" she asked herself under