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.

when Desmond came. They had a brief argument, and... he

eyes widened. "They argued? About

doesn’t speak much. Whatever happened must have really

quieter now, but firm. "And

great. He’s been

tightened. She had been purposely keeping her distance from Elder Allen to protect him.

worried. It broke her heart that he was still worrying about her and

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

colleague?" she asked, trying to keep

Even though the Old

me that while Elder Allen is in critical condition, being rushed to the hospital, Desmond is

into fists. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "What a heartless man,"

he trying to achieve? What had they

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"

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~Allen family house~

blank as paramedics lifted the unconscious

his breathing shallow and with a sense of urgency, an oxygen mask was attached to him immediately. The siren began to wail,

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

slowly and walked back into the mansion. He moved with no urgency, his steps light, almost careless. While several thoughts swirled through

open. Desmond paused in front of it briefly, a strange mixture

the layout and decorations remained largely the same. Elder Allen had always been sentimental. He had insisted the

inside. Not actually sure what he wanted from

scene he remembered quiet well, he was just three years then. He had answered then without hesitation. "Yes. It is

now. He couldn’t help contemplating

flickered around the room, as

such a young age. You’ll do great things one

a reward for his hard work—a

had to be in charge, he had to take the lead