Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 192: Do you love this family?

~Jessica’s Mansion~

Jessica was deep in concentration, her expression was serious, her brows slightly furrowed in thought as she carefully sketched out her latest designs in the quiet of her design room.

The pencil dancing across the paper of her sketchbook as she adjusted lines and shapes, refining every little and fine detail meticulously.

A soft knock broke the silence, as it echoed gently through the room. Jessica didn’t look up. She paused briefly but continued working, her voice calm but slightly impatient. "Yes? What’s the problem?"

She assumed it was one of the maids. Her guess was right. A gentle voice spoke from the other side of the door, "Ma’am, Mr. Damon is here to see you."

Jessica’s hand stilled. Her pencil hovered above the paper. Her brows knit together in confusion. "Damon? Where is he?" Her voice contemplative.

"Downstairs, ma’am," came the quiet reply.

Jessica blinked and looked toward the door, her mind racing. "Downstairs? Isn’t he supposed to be at the Allen house?" she muttered under her breath. "I will be there shortly." She said.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, dropping the pencil on the table. Picking up her phone, she dialed Davis’s number. It rang a few times, and he answered. His sonorus voice filtering through the speaker "Missing me already." He smirked.

She quicky gave a shallow reason of calling before ending the call. She had only wanted to check in on him because of Damon’s presence.

She wanted to check if it had anything to with him but sensing he was in the mood for a joke and casual chat, she ended the call after a few words.

After ending the call she locked her phone, rose from her chair and made her way to the sitting room.

When she entered the living room, she found Damon sitting tensely on the couch, his back straight, his expression uneasy. The moment their eyes met, he gave a curt nod in greeting. Jessica returned the gesture as she moved closer and sat on the opposite couch.

"What’s going on? Why are you here?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Her heart pounded a little faster. Something wasn’t right. She always feared for the Old Man’s safety, especially leaving him alone with Alfred, even though the butler was trustworthy. But still, Desmond’s recent restlessness worried her.

A maid stepped in quietly and placed a tray with two glasses of freshly squeezed juice on the table between them, then silently retreated.

took a deep breath and finally spoke. "The Old Man was in his study when Desmond came. They had a brief argument, and... he collapsed. He’s being rushed to the hospital now.

widened. "They argued?

doesn’t

voice quieter now, but firm. "And

great. He’s been weaker than usual,"

Allen to protect him. Her encrypted messages

worry but it seems he still worried. It broke her heart that he was still worrying about her and

chest. How could someone who wasn’t even related to her by blood care so deeply, when her biological family was

trying to keep

Even though the Old Man was taken

mean to tell me that while Elder Allen is in critical condition, being rushed

face tight with quiet rage. Jessica’s fingers clenched into fists. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "What a heartless man," she

crossed her mind. "Desmond can’t stay at home without a purpose, what is he trying to achieve? What had they argued on?" She muttered as she

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~Allen family house~

expression blank as paramedics

old man’s face was pale, his breathing shallow and with a sense of urgency, an oxygen mask was attached to him immediately. The siren began to wail, growing louder as the vehicle

with a cold, unreadable look. "Maybe letting him die will be better," he muttered to himself. "He keeps

with no urgency,

Desmond paused in front of it briefly, a strange mixture of emotion passing over his face

little over the years, but the layout and decorations remained

Not actually sure what he wanted

family?" a voice from the past echoed in his mind. A scene he remembered quiet well, he was just three

He couldn’t help contemplating if he had answered

the room, as another memory

contract at such a young age. You’ll do great things one day," the

had smiled proudly then, receiving a reward for his

be in charge,