Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 193: How is my father doing?

After ending the call, Desmond sighed heavily. His expression unreadable as he gazed into the distance. A mixture of frustration and anxiety coursed through his vein. Reluctantly, he turned on his heel, ready to leave the study, but then something caught his eye.

On one of the upper shelves, neatly pla nced but partly hidden behind other files, was a package. Its appearance was different. The file was bound in expensive leather, its surface decorated with intricate carvings and delicate golden patterns. It looked old and important and could easily perhaps pass as a secret.

Desmond’s curiosity got the better of him.

He stepped closer and gently pulled it out. The weight of it confirmed his suspicion—it wasn’t just any ordinary document. Something about the placement, the condition, and the effort taken to protect it made it feel like it held more power than any conversation he could have had.

Without giving it much more thought, Desmond tucked it under his arm. He walked out of the study, closing the door softly behind him with a click.

As he walked down the hallway of the Allen mansion, his mind raced. He needed to return to the company.

He needed to come up with a plan. One thing was now clear to him: if the Allen family wouldn’t willingly give him the rightful place he deserved, he would have to take it by force or cunning. He wasn’t going to stand by while others decided his future —not now, not anymore.

~At the Central Hospital~

Meanwhile, the ambulance carrying Elder Allen arrived at Central Hospital. The paramedics quickly moved him onto a stretcher and rushed him into the emergency ward. The doors swung open and shut with urgency as doctors and nurses gathered around to begin immediate resuscitation.

Outside the emergency room, Alfred waited anxiously. He paced a few steps, then stopped, his eyes fixed on the door.

His hands were clenched tightly by his sides, and his heart was beating rapidly with fear. He had known for some time that Elder Allen’s health had been worsening, but he didn’t expect Desmond to show up suddenly and stir things up to this extent.

He looked around the hospital hall, his eyes searching for Desmond, but the man was nowhere to be found.

fighting for his life, and yet Desmond didn’t even bother to follow the ambulance.

in check. He couldn’t help but wonder—was this the reason Elder Allen had been so reluctant to hand over the family business to Desmond? Or was there another,

when the doors of the emergency room swung open again. Doctors and nurses wheeled Elder Allen out on a hospital bed. Several IV drips hung on

side but was gently held back

member?" the doctor asked, his eyes scanning

replied quickly, nodding. He was ready to receive updates—his

asked, his voice serious and his gaze sharp, as if

trembled slightly. The idea that the

drug helped stabilize his condition just long enough to keep him alive until we got him here. If

want to know where you got it. That kind of medication isn’t easy

let out a deep

He didn’t dare mention that it came from Jessica, the daughter-in-law. What if they needed more? If her identity was revealed too soon,

his condition now?" Alfred

immediate danger, but he’ll need to stay here in the hospital. He cannot go through stress or face any more emotional shocks. His

in understanding. But just as he turned to leave, the doctor added

attack like this, and he might not survive. He needs complete rest

Alfred froze.

case scenario but hearing him say this isn’t part of it. Slowly,

quiet, filled only with the soft hum of machines and the rhythmic beep of

lay motionless in the hospital bed, wrapped in blankets. His face was pale, sunken, and frail. The strong, proud

unshed tears. He walked slowly to the bedside, adjusted

have to get better, sir," he whispered, his voice shaking. "You must not leave like