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."

Davis said with a faint

Davis, cold and razor-sharp. His heart pounded, his thoughts a messy tangle of

Because I, Desmond, am not some

the chair screeching against the tiled floor as it

his mouth to speak, but Desmond had already

muttered bitterly, his voice colder now, sharper—more dangerous than before. "All

family," Elder Allen tried

his stare

it yourself. We share no blood.

then paused,

each word. "But

the door open with such force that it bounced off the wall and he stormed out of

deeply. Jessica stared at the now-swinging door,

Allen’s gaze dropped. His face reflected quiet sorrow, and he slumped slightly into

eyes were dark and unreadable, but when

take this

murmured tiredly. "He

reached out and placed a hand gently on

lightly. "We’ll handle it—but

ward was laden with unspoken emotions. Its quietness spoke volumes. Everyone left

ages, Elder

inform the board about Desmond," he said slowly, his voice firm though wearied by age. "They have the right to know the truth—that he is not

a glance. She looked to Davis first before shifting

but resolute. "I understand why you feel that way. And you’re not wrong. Desmond has crossed too many

a short nod. "Then why

also businessmen. They care about legacy, about brand strength and public image. If we expose this now, it won’t stop with them. Leaks happen, whispers spread. The media

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

man frowned. "But don’t we

and now, If the board

you think being hesitant is

managing the group. Though he may have done it poorly and might have

from sensitive operations. Redirect power to people you trust. If we confront him publicly, we risk giving him something to fight against. But including him can control the situation and probably

his parents, he still had to consider the greater good

pressing a

back at Elder Allen. "Sometimes justice isn’t loud, Grandpa. Sometimes it’s

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

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