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

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

the elevator opened on the private floor, the dean

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

returned the nod. "Take me

down the hallway. The air was colder here. Quiet and heavy with tension. They

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

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

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

blinked, coming back to the moment. He cleared his throat, the emotions in his

I could," she replied, setting

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

face remained calm, but inside, 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 toward the older woman. Like they

her now. I need some space. Please give me a

I’ll be right outside." As he

beeped gently around her,

older woman’s hand, and gently pressed her fingers

weak,

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

softly, "What happened to you?" Something was wrong. She could feel it—not just from

wasn’t just a health crisis. It felt like something administered to her, possibly intentional.

a quiet but intense examination, Jessica finally reached

"She’s been poisoned."

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

would do this?

between yesterday and

a poison that damages the nerves slowly—what’s the end

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

A bangle.

Intricately carved. Almost like a handmade piece passed

familiar. Too familiar. Her fingers brushed

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 into the bangle would match the one

pushed the thought aside. "No... not now," she whispered to herself, gently covering the bangle

Her life was already off balance—too much change, too much chaos. The past year had felt like one storm after another. Curiosity was a luxury she couldn’t afford

was what she came here to do: treat

That was it.

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

why did she want so badly to find

under her breath. "Why go through all