Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 272: Dinner date...

Jessica stood for a while outside the hospital ward, her thoughts spiraling as countless memories from the past surfaced and tangled within her mind.

Her arms hung loosely by her sides, her eyes closed, brow furrowed in deep contemplation.

Inside the ward, Davis waited patiently, expecting her to return any minute. When several minutes passed without her return, he turned toward his grandfather.

"Grandpa, all things being equal, we’ll be leaving now. We’ll visit again soon," Davis said, his voice steady but faintly tired.

The old man nodded slowly, a weary smile forming on his lips. He was grateful—immensely grateful—that after all the rumors and assumptions of their deaths following the accident, they had returned alive and together.

Still, a part of him sensed something more. Davis and Jessica had never fully explained what happened. Even when he asked, Davis would only say, "That’s in the past."

When Elder Allen turned his gaze toward Jessica, expecting her to say something—perhaps explain how or what prompted their disappearance she only sighed softly and said with a gentle firmness, "Grandpa, your health comes first."

Her words were calm and measured, but they carried enough weight to silence any further questioning.

The old man stared at her for a moment, trying to read deeper into her expression, but her face gave nothing away. Still, something tugged at the back of his mind.

As shrewd a businessman as he had been all his life, he knew when something wasn’t entirely transparent.

And now, that instinct stirred again. He sensed there was more than what they were willing to share—more that hadn’t been said.

But rather than press them further, Elder Allen leaned back against his pillow and released a slow, reflective breath. "Well," he began, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips, "you both take care of yourselves."

He shifted slightly in the bed and glanced at the IV attached to his hand, then at the monitors nearby.

"To be honest," he continued, his voice firmer, "I think I’ve totally healed. And if that’s the case, maybe it’s time to put my discharge on the table for serious consideration."

Davis raised a brow. "Discharge already?"

Elder Allen nodded with quiet resolve. "Yes. Lying here does nothing for me. My mind is sharp, and my body is no longer frail. I need to get back on my feet—see the world outside this hospital. There are decisions to make, and some things I must personally oversee."

Davis took a deep breath. "Grandpa, recovery isn’t just about how you feel. The doctors—"

"I’ll let the doctors speak," Elder Allen interrupted gently. "But I know my body. And my spirit. And I believe I’ve rested long enough."

There was a moment of silence as his words settled between them. He is not just keen on leaving the hospital; he was signaling his intent to return to and oversee several situation.

Davis nodded slowly. "Alright, Grandpa. If that’s what you want, we’ll speak to the doctor. But only if they confirm you’re ready."

course, they will certify me healthy."

answer readily as though he was the doctor, Davis smiled lightly "We’ll make the necessary arrangements.

"I will," he chuckled.

his response and with one last glance at him,

door to

a subtle nod, his sharp

found her, leaning against the cream-colored wall, her face

wheeled over to her. "Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

warmth in his eyes made

"Nothing," she murmured.

do you look so

and reached for the phone in her other hand. Glancing at the screen, he saw the last call was from The

asked, raising

nodded faintly. Davis took a slow breath, recalling her previous conversation with the Santiago family. She had

meeting with them? Why

shook her head. "No. I was thinking... maybe you should help me fix a

looked at her thoughtfully, sensing

"Why not go tomorrow? There’s no need to delay

lips

rushed? You have been hesitant and skeptical

but then "Are you sure about this?" She muttered

wanted answers for a long time. If this is a step toward finding the truth

Santiagos, confirming she would come over for dinner the next day and requesting they send her the

visible weight seemed to lift from her

time we head home," Davis said quietly. "Maybe return

their return had been relatively

their sudden reappearance continued to make

country for treatment, while others debated whether he would ever walk again, pointing to his appearance in

are waiting with crossed fingers

gently began pushing his wheelchair toward the elevator. As they reached the button, her hand paused

wrong?" he asked, his tone

problem with our departure," she murmured, her

floor, and as the elevator

they arrived at

elevator is this?"