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

expected flimsy excuses, perhaps an attempt to sugarcoat the truth, but the old man’s silence only deepened

what felt like an eternity, Elder Allen’s voice came, quiet and heavy. "Alfred, go to the company and bring Desmond over. I need

man hadn’t told him everything, but his instincts told him this matter couldn’t be resolved with soft words or

to him, his voice weary, "what do you

it true. After the revelation, he had blamed Desmond for much of

truth, a strange silence

are questions only he can answer,"

and turned to the door, hand reaching for the handle but before he could pull it open, the

Desmond stepped in.

match the storm inside him. His eyes glittered with rage and pride, and his voice rang with biting

eyes with him. "You may not be wrong,

room thickened instantly. Their auras clashed like swords in

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

turned instantly to her, hand gently brushing

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

replied,

his rage simmering as memories of everything he’d done flashed

better, indeed," he

voice broke the moment, cold and sharp. "Desmond, it would be better for all of us to stop the unnecessary jabs. I had just sent Alfred to call you. There is something I must say. A truth I should have shared

With silent resistance, he complied.

I 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

fell into

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