Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 269

Chapter 269: You are not an Allen

The words fell like a sledgehammer, shattering the rock in Davis’s heart and bearing their judgment with them. "Desmond isn’t an Allen," he murmured silently, his mind spiraling as he struggled to analyze and comprehend the weight of this revelation.

One question thundered through him with unwavering force: "If not an Allen, then who?"

All his life, he had known Desmond as his uncle. He had grown up calling him that, had seen him at family functions, in business meetings, and around the Allen mansion like any other member of their bloodline.

Not once had there been a whisper or hint suggesting he was anything but an Allen.

Yet now, hearing Elder Allen say it with such finality stirred an unsettling dread within Davis. How many more secrets lay buried in the depths of this family?

Unbeknownst to them, Desmond, who had just arrived at the hospital room door ready to argue his way past the guards, stood frozen. The words filtered clearly through the small window, hitting him with unrelenting force.

"I am not an Allen?"

"I was never a member of the Allen family?"

"Why have I not known about this? Why was it hidden from me? What really happened?"

"If I’m not an Allen, then who am I?"

"Why had I never been treated differently except in the course of taking over the Group?"

"Why had no one mentioned it within or outside the Allen family?"

Inside, Davis’s voice, slightly trembling, broke the heavy silence. "How? Why? Since when?"

hear it. He needed to hear how the man he

an attempt to sugarcoat the truth, but the

"Alfred, go to the company and bring Desmond over. I need to speak with him. He deserves to hear the

man hadn’t told him everything, but his instincts told him

him, his

had burned in his veins for long and his return this time is to make it true. After the revelation, he had blamed Desmond for much of the pain he had endured—the death of his parents, the theft

faced with this truth, a strange

come. There are questions only he can answer,"

the door, hand reaching for the handle but before he

Desmond stepped in.

eyes glittered with rage and pride, and his voice rang with biting sarcasm. "Long-lost nephew

"You may not be wrong,

clashed like swords in a

yawned lightly and tapped Davis’s shoulder. "Hubby?" she whispered, her voice

to her, hand gently brushing

in the charged atmosphere around them yet wouldn’t want Davis to lose composure

replied, his hand still

with narrowed eyes, his rage simmering as memories of everything he’d done

indeed," he

cold and sharp. "Desmond, it would be better for all of us to stop the unnecessary jabs. I had just

Desmond to sit. With silent

will tell you the truth. Desmond, you have always wondered why I held you back from taking over the Allen Group. It was never about favoritism. It was because..." he paused, voice

fell

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