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?"

smiled. "He’s awake and

the ward was pushed open and they went into the ward

his lungs when his unwavering gaze met theirs and the cup he had in his hand fell to the

his eyes again. "Alfred, are my eyes playing tricks on

as he stepped forward to shake Davis’ hand happily. He patted Jessica’s back, his eyes curving into

they are not playing any tricks on you. Davis and his wife are finally back after

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, as

voice came out raspy but filled with

walk over, holding his wrinkled hand gently. Davis wheeled beside her, his eyes soft as he

a rare gentleness in his voice. "You look better

rumors," the old man said, glaring at him and squeezing Jessica’s hand. "It seems you

I didn’t believe them. But not

flickering in his tone. "Things

wants you to come back?" The

Davis wheeled his chair

Alfred greeted. "It is good to see you

done well taking

glances with the caregiver. "But there are some things you need to

slightly. "Go

on the Elder’s life since you disappeared. At least three direct

Jessica nodded slightly "Okay?"

after your accident," the caregiver explained, stepping forward. "Someone tampered with his medication. We only noticed because Alfred insisted on cross-checking

oxygen at night. Thankfully, we had security footage. But the footage was

Davis asked

in contaminated IV fluid," Alfred said. "We stopped him in time. Since then,