Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 227: I may be pregnant...

By the time the meeting drew to a close, the atmosphere in the lounge had shifted completely.

The once-cautious board members and hesitant shareholders now wore expressions of satisfaction, relief, and even hope.

The tension that had lingered at the start had been replaced by a powerful renewed faith.

They shook Davis’s hand with gratitude, their words filled with genuine respect. One after another, they expressed how honored they were to be part of this mission—a path that promised not just revival, but greatness.

The proposal and plans had exceeded their expectations. Many of them had suffered losses and setbacks due to the abrupt decisions made by Desmond.

Desmond with his cold and calculating demeanor, had shut this branch down without warning, dismissed long-standing staff, and nearly crumbled the Allen Group’s century-old foundation.

But now, with Davis’s return and the comprehensive roadmap he laid out today, they could finally see a path to recover what they had lost—and even more. A future, not just survival.

As the men dispersed with hopeful smiles, Davis remained seated at the table, a sigh escaping his lips in relief.

Ethan stood by his side, and Mr. Stan, the sharp-eyed manager and long-time ally, returned with fresh documents.

It was time for the second phase of the meeting. A meeting between them to help strengthen out the skeletal framework.

The room quieted once more. Davis adjusted slightly in his wheelchair, leaning forward as Mr. Stan spread out the board members’ feedback.

"Some suggestions are practical," Mr. Stan said. "Others, well, we’ll revise accordingly."

Together, they reviewed every comment, sorting through viable recommendations and marking necessary changes on the proposal draft.

Each section was discussed carefully, with Ethan jotting down updates and ensuring the revised copies would be ready for distribution by morning.

Next, the focus shifted to staffing.

One of the main concerns had been the restructuring of the team. During the company’s downturn, many loyal employees who had once made remarkable contributions had been greatly affected and some hurt by the rash decisions. Now, Davis insisted on making it right.

"Start by contacting those who made a difference," Davis instructed. "They deserve the chance to return. No interviews. If they’re willing, they can resume their posts immediately."

"For new applicants?" Ethan asked, his glance darting between the two men at the table.

"We’ll run interviews. But I don’t want delays. And considering Jessica’s complaint about last-minute calls and disorganization, I want everything handled properly this time."

opened his mouth, hesitated,

mid-sentence when he saw Davis’s

Davis said quietly.

knew

message asking him to schedule the interviews for

if the boss had spoken, there was no room for arguments even though Ethan was

in agreement letting the matter

the meeting wrapped up, Mr. Stan stood and bowed respectfully toward Davis. "Thank you for this opportunity. It’s rare to find leadership with both strength and vision. The Allen Group will rise again." This was his

gratitude. "We’ll do it together." He replied with a faint smile tugging at his

the hotel suite, slowly wheeling him to

~Back in the Suite~

folded under her, Her hand was propped under her chin, her other arm rested limply across her

before her lay three used pregnancy test strips,

chest. The red indicator line glared back at her on each strip—clear, sharp, and

Positive.

eyes remained fixed on the glaring red lines—lines that now

sharp mind, trained for logic and precision as

had hoped it was just stress. The vomiting, the nausea—she attributed them

returned, followed by another episode of

want to jump to conclusions. As a doctor, she is well aware

the hotel, shielding her discomfort from anyone, she made her way to the nearest pharmacy though

strip—three brands, three tests. She needed consistency and confirmation of her gut

and swift. If all three gave the same result, there would be no denying

in front of her, plain

She was pregnant.

cry or smile. As a married

Now felt like the worst possible time. Her heart twisted with uncertainty. This

chaos, and family

softly placed a hand on her lower stomach, where, presumably, a tiny

neither planned nor expected. A life created in the quiet, vulnerable

had already begun to bloom within me, then decisions had to be made. Real ones. Responsible ones." She murmured

glanced again at the test strips. The truth

aloud,

physical pain, public disgrace. Adding a child