Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 271: Sometimes Justice isn’t loud...

"Truth? Was there ever truth in this family while I was left in the dark about my origin?" Desmond’s voice trembled as fury burned in his chest.

"Do you speak the truth? Yet you couldn’t accept that an adopted son is still a son?" His tone was a mixture of grief and accusation.

"I’m beginning to see the Allen family differently—a family more obsessed with bloodline than with loyalty or love."

Elder Allen’s face darkened like an approaching storm. He wouldn’t allow Desmond to tarnish the family name any further.

With emotions spiraling, Desmond felt the ground beneath his feet shift. If this continued, he feared he might collapse or completely lose control. But still, a deeper question pulled at his core and he needed answers.

Torn between storming out of the hospital ward or staying to hear the rest, his mind spiraled. He wanted to know the truth. Where did he come from? What was real?

Then the old man’s voice broke through his thoughts, calm and deliberate:

"You might care to take a look at the folder you took from the study." Elder Allen’s eyes held a knowing glint as he smirked.

Desmond’s breath caught.

Desmond froze, as though the ground beneath his feet had been ripped away.

The folder... He recalled it now. He had picked up a sealed envelope from the study some time ago but had never opened it. He hadn’t even looked through it.

But after this statement, he knew exactly what he would do once he got home. He would read it. Word for word.

Jessica shifted beside Davis. "Grandpa, what can be done now?" she asked softly.

The secret of the Allen family had nothing to do with her. Their roles and lineage weren’t hers to manage. Still, she found herself involved—because her husband stood at the center of it all.

Elder Allen drew a deep breath, then scanned the faces of those before him. Their eyes lingered on his lips, anxious for his next declaration.

Clearing his throat, he finally said:

"Now... the board must know the truth. It’s time the rightful heir of the Allen family takes his place."

He turned to Desmond, his voice steady.

"Desmond, you will no longer stand in line to inherit what was never yours by blood. But I will not leave you with nothing. You have served the company faithfully. You deserve a portion. But not the crown."

Desmond stood slowly, fists clenched tightly at his sides. "I see. Thank you for your honesty," he said, his voice coated in fury.

"But don’t think for a second that I’ll go quietly. If it’s war you want... then war you shall have."

war," Davis said

Davis, cold and razor-sharp. His heart

over—and it can’t be. Because I, Desmond,

against the tiled floor as it was shoved back.

speak, but

have known," he muttered bitterly, his voice colder now, sharper—more

still family," Elder Allen tried again, voice

turned, his stare

You just said it yourself. We

stepped toward the exit, then

reunion," he hissed, venom dripping from each word. "But don’t think for

that it bounced off the wall and he stormed out of the ward

stared at the now-swinging

sorrow, and he slumped slightly into the

and unreadable, but when he spoke, his voice

won’t take

tiredly. "He won’t. And

reached out and placed a hand gently on his

he said, patting it lightly. "We’ll handle it—but one

was laden with unspoken emotions. Its quietness spoke

what felt like ages, Elder Allen broke

voice firm though wearied by age. "They have the right

to Davis first before shifting her gaze to the old

"I understand why you feel that way.

Allen gave a short nod.

care about legacy, about brand strength and public image. If we expose this now, it won’t stop

when the press gets hold of it, it becomes more than just a family issue. It becomes a

don’t we owe it to the

the Allen Group. The Groups had been riddled with scandals and problems and now, If the board finds out Desmond isn’t an Allen, some may see it as betrayal. Others may try to manipulate

a while "Don’t you think being hesitant

Just like Desmond said, he has been the one managing the group. Though he may have done it poorly

sensitive operations. Redirect power to people you trust. If we confront him publicly, we

for his parents, he still had to consider the greater good of

old man sighed, pressing a

Allen. "Sometimes justice isn’t loud,

"We’re not excusing what he’s done. But we need to be smarter than him. We expose this now, we risk everything. We wait, we choose

leaned back into his pillows, his fingers clasped together on his lap. After a moment of quiet reflection,