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."

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

Jessica went silent.

he do

He only stirred the pot for two reasons:

end. "He’s facing a scandal. The board and

"That sounds like him. Contact the hospital technical team to disconnect his TV. Make sure the Old Man doesn’t see or hear the news

"Yes, boss."

fast. Not just to protect the truth, but

An idea sparked.

up her phone and dialed Elliot

first ring, almost as if

forgotten?"

I just came back to

"Help me fix something."

"What’s up?"

that Davis is dead. I want it

"That’s it?"

Want me to give you more work?" she asked

"Fine, fine. But I’m losing my health

she said, tone

remained seated, eyes fixed on

creaked open. Davis walked in, his hair wet,

placed a hand on her shoulder. Her body tensed—then

"What happened?" he asked.

in the chair—and

wrapped loosely around his waist, another slung over his shoulders. Broad shoulders. Firm chest. Chiseled abs.

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

you wearing your clothes?" She asked struggling to

Jessica felt her memory of Davis

reactions had a

trapping her with the desk behind. "So?

you... step back? Let’s talk," she stammered,

She scolded herself. I’m flustered by everything he does. This isn’t

like this—or would you rather I carry you so I don’t have to