Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 166: You are doing great...

By the time they returned to the mansion, the sky was painted in shades of orange and golden. The sun was slowly setting, casting long shadows across the driveway. Their car moved gently toward the front of the mansion and rolled to a stop at the entrance. They all sighed deeply in relief.

It had been a long and stressful day, and everyone was tired. The driver stepped out and walked to the trunk to bring out the wheelchair. Davis looked at the chair and sighed deeply. So many thoughts filled his mind. Will I ever stand on my own again? he wondered. How long will I have to keep waiting for someone to help me out of the car?

Slowly, Davis was helped into the wheelchair. Jessica took hold of the handles and gently pushed him into the house.

Once they got to the bedroom, she dropped her bag on the nightstand and slumped onto the bed. Her feet ached, her head throbbed slightly making her brows furrowed. "It must be pain from the tears I shed earlier", She murmured to herself.

Her hand slowly massaging her temples in a slow, circular motion, her mind lost in a brief thought. She let out a small laugh, then whispered, "I think I’ve been crying too much lately."

Davis nodded. "That’s true. But not surprising—you’re starting to feel like a human again."

Jessica sat up and glared at him. "Was I not human before?" she asked, her voice filled with annoyance.

Davis chuckled, amused. "Don’t take it personal. I just mean you’ve become more... he paused briefly searching for the proper word ...emotional lately. Now, go take your bath so you can rest."

Jessica sighed and lay back on the bed for a moment. Then suddenly, a name popped into her mind. She sat up quickly, grabbed her bag from the bedside table, and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she saw the name she was looking for—The Dean. Her finger hovered over the number for a few seconds. She knew that if she didn’t call immediately, she might lose the courage to do so.

The phone rang for a few seconds before a male voice came through. "Hello, Dr. Sica," the Dean greeted politely.

"Hello, I’m calling to check on Matilda Santiago. I want to know how she responded to the prescription I sent. Did she have any side effects? It’s important to know which treatment works best for her and suits her body."

sighed. "It would be better if I send you her reports and the

She thanked him and ended the call. She closed her eyes for a while gathering her

minutes later, the data came through on her phone. She reviewed the details carefully, made a few corrections, and updated some recommendations. Then she sent

her closely. He rested his chin on his hand,

is it?" she asked, confused by

with a soft smile, "you look really beautiful

blush rising to her cheeks. She looked away quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Well... I should be grateful for your compliment, then," she replied

and turned toward him with a serious expression. "Are

hearing that same question for a few months. Every time she asked, it reminded him

She had seen that same response many times. "Davis," she said calmly, "you’re doing really well. For someone with your kind of injury, your recovery has been amazing. It’s just the end of the second

he murmured. "There’s still so much to do. So many responsibilities I can’t fully handle in this condition. You

walked over to him. She knelt beside his chair and looked up into his eyes. "I know it’s not easy. But you’re not alone in this. You have

looked into her eyes. His heart softened at her words. A

gently squeezed his hand.

thick mat on the floor to cushion and support Davis during the session. After that, she brought out a strong chair with wide, comfortable armrests. A cane was placed beside it, within reach, in case it was needed later. She double-checked

was satisfied, she stood and glanced around the room

she gently offered her hand. "Let’s begin," she said softly. Slowly, she helped him sit down on the chair. Davis closed his eyes briefly, then took a deep breath. He seemed calm, but Jessica could sense he was mentally preparing himself for the effort

guiding him through the steps they had practiced over the last few weeks. Her voice was soft, patient, and full

by step, she helped him test his legs for strength, stability, and movement. Davis tried to lift one foot, then the other, following her instructions closely. Jessica paid attention to everything—his breathing, the tension in his

kept nearby. She carefully recorded which leg showed more strength, where Davis felt pain, and which areas were numb. She also noted his feedback, listening to his every word with care. These small details were