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?"

awake and in

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 cup

his eyes again. "Alfred, are my eyes playing tricks on me?" he asked

smiled faintly at his question as he stepped forward to shake Davis’ hand happily.

aren’t lying and they are not playing any tricks on you. Davis and his wife are finally

receiving changes and modifications to the security details taking care of the old man, as well as sending

out

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

rare gentleness in his voice. "You look better than

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

were dead. I didn’t believe them. But not hearing

Davis said, emotion flickering in his tone. "Things got

wants you to come back?" The old

smiling. Davis wheeled his chair

Master, Young Madam," Alfred greeted. "It is

nodded. "You’ve done well taking care

Alfred replied, then exchanged glances with the caregiver. "But there

slightly. "Go

serious. "There have been several attempts on the

Jessica nodded slightly "Okay?"

caregiver explained, stepping forward. "Someone tampered with his medication. We

Alfred continued, "someone tried to disconnect his oxygen at night. Thankfully, we had security footage. But the footage

Davis asked

him in time. Since