Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 172: Are you incapable?

"please bring Bella in," Jessica called, her voice calm and composed.

Due to the guards sending everyone away even Bella was also ushered out the room leaving only Donald and Jessica.

Donald nodded and quietly left the ward. Moments later, he returned with Bella, who didn’t seem too concerned about the unconscious woman lying on the bed. Instead, her eyes were fixed on her sister-in-law.

She had lost her composure at the news of Matilda’s case not optimistic that she was beginning to wonder if she was in anyway connected to them.

"Are you okay?" Bella asked softly, her tone laced with worry.

Jessica gave a light smile. "What could possibly happen to me?"

Bella sighed and took a deep breath. Jessica looked at her and gave a small nod. "Go back to your office, get me some hot water and my bag."

Jessica had left her bag behind earlier when she came to check on Matilda Santiago. She hadn’t expected the situation to be this critical.

To the untrained eye, Matilda looked completely lifeless—just a body waiting to be transferred to the morgue. That’s why everyone had given up hope when she walked in.

But Jessica wasn’t going to let that stop her. Even if there was only a 10% chance, she had to take it. That was why she ordered everyone out of the room.

A crowded ward wasn’t helpful for the type of treatment she planned to give and not just that but patients needed an uncrowded place.

Jessica had been trained in both Western medicine and traditional herbal healing. And for this situation, she knew Western medicine wouldn’t be enough.

Her hands moved quickly over Matilda’s body, pressing key pressure points to help bring warmth and life back into her limbs. She worked with precision, her fingers firm yet gentle, as she focused on reviving even the faintest sign of life.

her bag. Jessica sighed in relief. She unzipped the bag and immediately pulled out a small vial—an emergency anti-poison serum she had

begun to notice subtle signs—tiny discolorations and twitching patterns—that pointed

someone had managed to poison Matilda again even while she was being closely monitored in

bitter serum down her throat, forcing her to

and wild bitter root (aja mgbede)—into a steaming cup. She had originally prepared these herbs to help Matilda flush out

held the cup carefully while Jessica lifted Matilda’s head and gently helped her drink the steaming concoction. The smell was sharp, the taste strong and bitter, but Jessica didn’t stop until she had

ready," Jessica said. "Also, open the windows and turn

quickly followed

began to form on Matilda’s forehead. Her body twitched lightly, and Jessica kept massaging her with a towel soaked in warm herbal water. She didn’t stop,

Finally, Matilda jerked.

moved fast, supporting her body as Matilda coughed violently and vomited a thick, black, clotted

was weak, her eyes still closed, but her breathing

a bowl of warm

wiped down Matilda’s body and laid her back on the bed, clean

said as she wrung out

the hallway anxiously. Before Jessica arrived, he had all but given up and was about to inform the Santiago family of Matilda’s

one summoned from afar, Donald rushed forward. She stepped

when he saw Matilda breathing faintly on the bed. His eyes darted to Jessica, but

sharply. "Are you just incapable... or were

on Matilda—how careless he had been. How he assumed everything was fine, only to find out someone had

piercing glare, he felt like a child being scolded by an elder. Her commanding presence wasn’t something he had seen in others from the Santiago family. They were powerful, yes, but

Donald swallowed hard.

them chance to extend their ugly

pointed at the trash can. "Take a good look at