Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 210: Can he be this righteous?

~Hospital~

Following Davis instructions as suggested by his wife, proper arrangements were made at the hospital concerning Elder Allen security and protection.

It can be said that was the first job his revived security team took on. With Jessica’s aid since he couldn’t come forward, Elder Allen’s ward was changed to another while the security details had also been significantly increased.

Strategically stationed, they remained hidden from outsiders with only a few guards posted visibly at the door; the rest blended in by taking positions near neighboring private wards, pretending to be relatives of patients.

Their primary job seemed to be limiting access to the old man’s room while maintaining constant vigilance over everyone’s move towards the Old man to avoid any mishap.

On that note, entry was now strictly restricted to four people: Alfred, Linda, an assigned doctor, and one nurse. Everyone else, no matter their rank or relation, was denied entry.

Alfred arrived at the hospital at noon to visit the Old man as he always did every day. Usually, he expected a quiet, cold ward. But as he stepped into the hallway, his breath caught in his throat and his face paled.

The ward of the Old man stood ajar as though no one had ever lived there, he walked slowly toward the ward, his heart galloping in trepidation of any outcome

Much to his guess, there is no one in the ward. Alfred felt his heart lurch with fear. He spurned on his heel to head toward the report center but bumped into an elderly lady who seems to have been the one in charge of the cleaning of the ward.

Seeing his flustered expression, she smiled lightly "Looking for the Old Man?" She asked concisely. Alfred glanced at her smiling face. "You have an idea?" He asked.

The woman nodded "he was relocated to another ward, it was more spacious, comfortable and convenient."She explained. "You can go down the hallway to see for yourself in the next morning.

Hearing her words, Alfred was stumped as his words that made its way to his lips was swallowed back.

walked down the hallway and arrived at

Not in standard uniforms—too casual, too strategically positioned. Seeing the security stationed

heart. His steps slowed. His hands tightened around the small thermos he carried containing the Elder’s meal. His eyes flicked

didn’t move. Just stood there, unmoving,

there guards

and didn’t know any of them. Alfred’s heart pounded as he observed the unfamiliar guards. "Who

righteous?" But that idea didn’t sit right with him. He had served the Allen family long enough to know Desmond’s character—ruthless, calculating, power-hungry. He wouldn’t assign guards to

who deployed them, it could only mean danger. Desmond had never shown such

their real intention toward the Old Man?" he thought, unease gripping

them there to keep others away? The Allen family’s situation was becoming increasingly precarious. Every step had to be taken with caution as one wrong step could

took a deep breath, ready to face whatever he finds inside. As he

his gaze wasn’t even on him anymore. Yet, their behavior

the door open and

lay in bed, his skin pale but

could barely sleep. Questions kept swirling in his mind like a storm. Who placed the security? What do they want?

walking up the hallway with his usual gentle pace. As he turned the corner to the private ward, voices

Desmond.

the Elder’s door, his face red with rage. Two guards blocked his way, unmoved

I am?" Desmond bellowed, pointing a finger at one of the guards. "How dare

The guards remained silent.

to rest," one finally said, his voice calm and