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 with

His heart

rejoice just yet. This battle isn’t over—and it can’t be. Because I, Desmond, am not some

the chair screeching against the tiled floor as it was shoved back. Jessica flinched at

to speak, but Desmond had already stepped

voice colder now, sharper—more dangerous than before. "All the years

still family," Elder Allen

turned, his stare

it yourself. We share no

stepped toward the exit, then paused, his back

he hissed, venom dripping from each

bounced off the wall and he stormed

deeply. Jessica stared at the now-swinging door, her

dropped. His face reflected quiet sorrow, and he slumped slightly

but

won’t take

murmured tiredly. "He won’t. And

and placed a hand gently

easy," he said, patting it lightly. "We’ll handle

emotions. Its quietness spoke volumes. Everyone

felt like ages, Elder Allen broke the

said slowly, his voice firm though wearied by age. "They have the right

She looked to Davis first before shifting her gaze to the

began after a beat, his voice calm but resolute. "I understand why you feel that way. And you’re not

Allen gave a short nod. "Then

wounds we can’t close," Davis replied. "The board is loyal, yes, but they’re also businessmen. They care about legacy, about brand strength and public image. If we expose this now,

added, "And when the press gets hold of it, it

man frowned. "But don’t we owe it

Groups had been riddled with scandals and problems and now, If the board finds out Desmond isn’t an

"Don’t you think being

one managing the group.

carefully. Remove him from sensitive operations. Redirect power to people you trust. If we confront him publicly, we risk giving him something

he wanted to seek justice for his parents, he still had

man sighed, pressing a

Davis, then back at Elder Allen. "Sometimes justice isn’t loud, Grandpa.

But we need to be smarter than him. We expose this now, we

his fingers clasped together on his lap. After a moment of quiet reflection, he