Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 251: A call from subordinate

After her business discussion with Daniel Watts, a mediator sent by the Watts families. Jessica rose gracefully and exited the sitting room leaving the space for them to chat.

Back in her bedroom, Jessica reclined on the edge of the bed, her fingers dialing Richard’s number from her phone’s speed dial.

As the call connected, she didn’t waste time to issue a set of instructions.

"Draft a partnership agreement with the Watts Group in our terms of operations," she instructed.

"We’ll remain the majority shareholders. But from their end, Daniel Watts is the only person authorized to represent them."

Though, such arrangement would have elicited the Watts family’s objection but with their hope and expectations clinging to the duo they are partially tongue tied.

Richard was stunned and frozen into silence. Just two days ago, he had been called by Jessica to gear up for an aggressive acquisition as such as he had expected it to take place the next week.

Now it seemed the deal had not only gone through, but Jessica had decided to keep a face of the Watts family intact.

"How did you pull this off?" he asked, incredulous.

He almost pitied the Watts family. Jessica never made a move unless she planned to bankrupt, dismantle, or completely erase her target. But her next words left him stunned.

Jessica smiled faintly, her voice calm but amused. "I didn’t," she said. "Davis did."

There was a brief silence from Richard’s end. He blinked on the other side as he shook his head in disbelief..

"He—what?"

Jessica leaned back against the headboard, the weight of the past few days pressing gently against her shoulders. "I’ve been a bit under the weather to even notice what had been going on but then Davis stepped in."

Two days ago, after watching her drift in and out of consciousness from sheer exhaustion, Davis had quietly approached Ethan for information.

Fueled by a mix of rage and resolve, he took action.

He contacted a major media conglomerate, paid handsomely, and ensured the Watts family trended for all the wrong reasons.

locking the family in a

order: "Keep the pressure. Don’t

clear and practical precision of

allowed herself to sit back, let him clean up the

Richard muttered, half-shocked,

than good. He avenged

she dropped the phone on the side table and let her eyes flutter shut. She needed rest. She hoped

the

room, his wheelchair moving with practiced ease. He looked tired,

said, shifting on

her and drawing her into his arms without

murmured into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss

she replied, melting into

with the symptoms?" he asked quietly, his voice tender as he brushed a thumb over her

a pout.

exhaled heavily. In recent weeks, he’d read everything he could on pregnancy—symptoms, risks, emotional swings. Yet, he still felt unprepared. Her experience wasn’t quite what the books

strand of hair away from her face. "A

made arrangements and decisions to let her stay at her estate throughout

You need the sunlight," he offered, starting to stand

her arms

he

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a muffled groan. Davis laughed softly as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Then his phone

phone out of his pocket

covers, instantly alert at the change

she asked quietly, her voice barely above

the call nodding lightly to her question before switching it

asked, his

the other end poured in—urgent, clipped, and filled

unfolded, Davis pressed his fingers to his temple, the headache building. Jessica shook her

of updates, Davis exhaled