Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 268: Desmond isn’t an Allen...

As Davis wheeled back into the lounge area, he glanced around, expecting to see Bella still chatting away beside Jessica. But to his surprise, the seat next to Jessica was empty. And the bottle of water in her hand was almost emptied.

Noticing him rolling into the lounge, Jessica looked up and smiled briefly. "Bella had to leave," she said gently, standing to her feet. "She got called into surgery. An emergency case."

Davis nodded in understanding. "Typical Bella. Always running where she’s needed."

Jessica chuckled softly, then reached for the wheelchair. "Shall we go see Grandpa now?"

"Of course," Davis replied with an affirmative nod. His heart beating wildly at the thought, he had previously blamed him for not stopping Desmond’s attitude of taking over his fiancée for his son, but with so many events that had taken place within this period, he felt grateful.

Also, he still had to guide Bella into recalling who their grandfather was and possibly introducing them to each other.

Davis’ lips lifted upward as he imagined how surprising and comforting the revelation would be to the Elder who had borne the pain of losing his granddaughter, son.

Slowly, they made their way through the quiet corridors of the hospital going over to another wing of the large hospital.

A soft hush lingered in the air, interrupted only by the soft echo of their steady footsteps.

Soon, they reached the VIP wing. Several bodyguards of Davis’ secret team stood respectfully at the door, preventing even the smallest fly to pass through into the ward.

"Welcome, boss," they chorused in unison as Davis came to a halt at the doorpost. Jessica, with measured steps, stopped beside him, sighing deeply.

A nurse stationed at the front recognized them immediately and stood to welcome them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Allen, you’re here?" she greeted.

Jessica nodded politely. "Yes, how is he today?"

nurse smiled. "He’s awake and in high

a whirring sound, the door of the ward was

breath hitched as though the air had been knocked out of his lungs when his unwavering gaze met theirs and the

my eyes playing tricks on me?" he

forward to shake Davis’ hand happily. He patted Jessica’s back, his eyes

eyes aren’t lying and they are not playing any tricks on you. Davis and his wife are finally back after months of disappearance," he explained, his eyes

had been worried that Davis might have lost his life for good in the plot of another man, but as he began receiving changes and modifications to the security details taking care of the old man,

voice came out raspy but

his wrinkled hand gently. Davis wheeled

his

glaring at him

narrated, "They said you were dead. I didn’t believe them. But not hearing from

his tone. "Things got complicated. But I’m

Who still wants you to come back?" The

help smiling. Davis wheeled his chair closer

greeted. "It is good to

done well

replied, then exchanged glances with the caregiver. "But there are some things you need

tensed slightly. "Go

serious. "There have been several attempts on the Elder’s life since you disappeared. At least three

Jessica nodded slightly "Okay?"

accident," the caregiver explained, stepping forward. "Someone tampered with his

night. Thankfully, we

asked calmly,

man disguised as a janitor brought in contaminated IV fluid," Alfred said. "We stopped him