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.

and was fighting for his life, and yet Desmond didn’t even bother to follow the ambulance. It was like he didn’t care. Like it wasn’t his blood that had just been rushed into

wonder—was this the reason Elder Allen had been so reluctant to hand over the family

again. Doctors and nurses wheeled Elder Allen out on a hospital bed. Several IV drips hung on poles beside him, connected to both of his arms. The old man looked pale and weak, his eyes tightly

rushed to the side but was gently held back by a

family member?" the doctor asked, his eyes

He was ready to receive updates—his ears perked, hoping for good

medication did you give him before bringing him here?" the doctor asked, his voice serious and his gaze sharp, as

"Is... is something wrong?" he asked nervously. His hands trembled slightly. The idea that the medicine he gave might have harmed

you’re lucky. The drug helped stabilize his condition just long enough to keep him alive until we got him here. If not for that, the pressure in

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

out a deep

gift," he said, avoiding details. 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, it

condition

out of immediate danger, but he’ll need to stay here in the hospital.

as he turned to leave, the doctor added a

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

Alfred froze.

scenario but hearing him say this isn’t part of it. Slowly, he nodded once more, then turned to walk toward the ward where Elder Allen was

gently. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of machines and the rhythmic beep of the heart

The strong, proud man that once led the Allen family with authority now looked like a shadow of

eyes burned with unshed tears. He walked slowly to the bedside,

sir," he whispered, his voice shaking. "You must not leave like this. Not when