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."

a rumor going around—Desmond leaked news that Davis is dead. It came from one of the media outlets tied to him. No one from the Allen family has spoken up. Desmond hasn’t denied it

Jessica went silent.

watching Desmond? What did he do today?" she

pot for two reasons:

end. "He’s facing a scandal. The board and shareholders are turning against

technical team to disconnect his TV. Make sure the Old Man doesn’t see or hear the news through

"Yes, boss."

leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. Davis rumored dead... She had to act fast. Not just to protect the

An idea sparked.

up her phone and

picked up on the first ring, almost as if he’d

ever forgotten?" she

just came

"Help me fix something."

"What’s up?"

Davis is dead.

"That’s it?"

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

fine. But I’m losing my health at this rate.

she said, tone

call. Jessica remained seated, eyes fixed on the air in front

creaked open. Davis walked in, his hair wet, towel in hand as he dried

over, placed a hand on her

"What happened?" he asked.

spun around in the

his waist, another slung over his shoulders. Broad shoulders. Firm chest. Chiseled abs. Long, toned legs. The sight left her stunned

her gaze, breath hitching. "Do I call him a seductress at this

clothes?" She asked struggling to compose

either" he said. Jessica felt her memory

reactions had a smile on his

desk behind. "So?

Let’s talk," she

scolded herself. I’m

you rather I carry you so I don’t have to keep standing?" he smirked,