Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 211: What again?

With the Allen Group back in the headlines, embroiled in turmoil—thanks to Desmond’s message to the media. Alfred found himself in a tight spot.

"How could he shield the Old Man from this news, especially when it concerned his grandson—Davis?" He thought to himself.

By habit, the Old Man always read the news himself, asked to be read to, or watched it on TV. Either way, he never missed a day. And when something was hidden from him, he was quick to notice and even quicker to dig deeper.

Alfred knew there was no way to solve the problem if the Old Man got wind of it.

He cast a subtle glance at Linda, summoning her attention. As she adjusted the Old Man’s position on the bed, gently laying him back and tucking the blanket over him, she caught Alfred’s silent cue.

Once the Old Man had closed his eyes to rest, Linda followed Alfred out of the ward.

One of the guards standing nearby raised a brow. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone cold, eyes flicking between the two.

"There’s no problem," Alfred replied calmly. "But you have to make sure he doesn’t go through the news today—for his own safety."

The guard and Linda frowned in confusion.

"A rumor just broke. Davis has been declared dead and as his grandson, I don’t know how well he will take it," Alfred revealed with a dry smirk.

Linda and the guard exchanged glances, then gave a brief nod. "Understood."

After discussing a few additional precautions, Alfred left. He felt a momentary sense of relief, especially after Desmond had been denied access earlier.

Still, he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust those guarding the Old Man. But whoever sent them—they hadn’t shown any hostility yet. For that, he was grateful.

Unbeknownst to him, one of the guards made a swift decision. He stepped aside, pulled out his phone, and dialed a familiar number.

~Noveria~

Jessica was reviewing business files when her phone buzzed. Seeing the caller ID, she sighed. "Something’s wrong again." She muttered under her breath.

Rubbing her temple, she answered. "What happened?"

A male voice came through. "Boss, there’s trouble."

"Be specific."

rumor going around—Desmond leaked news that Davis is dead. It came from one of the media outlets tied to him. No

Jessica went silent.

anyone watching Desmond? What did he do today?" she asked, mind

stirred the pot for two reasons: to create chaos

other end. "He’s facing a scandal. The

eyes narrowed. "That sounds like him. Contact the hospital technical team to disconnect his TV. Make sure the

"Yes, boss."

She had to act fast. Not just to protect the truth, but to buy Davis time—time

An idea sparked.

her phone and dialed

first ring, almost

you ever forgotten?"

maybe I just came back

"Help me fix something."

"What’s up?"

is dead. I want

"That’s it?"

too free. Want me to give you more work?" she asked with

"Fine, fine. But I’m losing my

calling," she said, tone

Jessica remained seated, eyes

in, his hair wet, towel in hand as he

He walked over, placed a

"What happened?" he asked.

around in the

his waist, another slung over his shoulders. Broad shoulders. Firm chest. Chiseled abs. Long, toned legs.

averted her gaze, breath hitching. "Do I

aren’t you wearing your clothes?"

naked either" he said. Jessica felt her memory of Davis

her subtle reactions had

slowly, one hand braced on the armrest, effectively trapping her with the desk behind. "So? Is your husband handsome?" he whispered in her ear, his breath teasing her

Let’s talk," she

lately? She scolded herself. I’m flustered by everything he does.

you so I don’t have to keep standing?" he