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 yet Desmond didn’t even bother to follow the ambulance. It was like he didn’t care. Like it wasn’t his blood that

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

the emergency room swung open 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

was gently held back

the doctor asked, his

Alfred replied quickly, nodding. He was ready to receive

the doctor asked, his voice serious and his

wrong?" he asked nervously. His hands trembled slightly. The idea that the medicine

said, "but you’re lucky. The drug helped stabilize his condition just long enough to keep him alive until

know where you

let out a deep breath of

it came from Jessica, the daughter-in-law. What if they needed more? If her identity was revealed too soon, it might complicate things

is 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

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

this, and he might not survive. He

Alfred froze.

say this isn’t part of it. Slowly, he nodded once more, then turned to walk toward the ward where Elder Allen was now resting. Each step he took felt

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

blankets. His face was pale, sunken, and frail. The strong, proud man that once led the Allen family with authority now looked like a shadow

unshed tears. He walked slowly to the bedside,

his voice shaking. "You must