Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 292: You might lose your wife...

Davis felt his heart thumping hard, but now was not the time to be rash. He took a deep breath and schooled his temper. With someone willing to give him a clear picture of what is actually going.

"Spectrum, what exactly is going on in the Allen family that you mentioned?"

Spectrum sighed and slowly leaned back in his seat. The Allen family had been in turmoil over the past few months. Word had it that there was a quest for a power shift, and ever since the accident involving their grandson, everything had taken a different turn.

He went on to narrate several incidents, including some of Desmond’s suspicious moves.

Davis’s eyes narrowed in thought. "What else is drawing people’s attention?"

At the question, Spectrum gave a small laugh. His face darkened as the thought crossed his mind.

"A prototype... one that has already claimed life," he said coldly, a smile playing bitterly on his lips.

His gaze pierced into the distance, emotions swirling in his eyes. But at this point, Davis wasn’t concerned with reading his expression.

He took a deep breath, his hand clenched by his side at the thought of the old man.

After a while, Davis stood up to leave. His legs felt heavy, his heart burdened with questions.

"Why is Desmond going this far?" he muttered.

As he stepped out of the underground casino, he spotted his subordinate pacing anxiously by the entrance. Davis raised a brow.

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?" the young man asked, looking him over. A second later, his expression shifted in realization.

"You can walk again?" he asked, a tinge of happiness in his voice.

Davis glanced at him, lips curling slightly. "Just recovering," he replied.

The subordinate nodded, genuinely happy for his boss. But after a moment of quiet observation, he arrived at a conclusion—Davis wasn’t making his recovery public yet. The wheelchair was still tucked away in the car trunk.

Davis glanced around. "Let’s go. There’s an urgent matter to attend to."

Once inside the car, Davis pulled out his phone and began typing rapidly, sending a flurry of instructions to Ethan.

"Go to the hospital," he muttered with a smirk, fingers still flying over the screen.

across his face as he slid his thumb over

the time on

asked, his

sleep," came the

sighed. He had expected

try. Remember, you can’t afford to be stressed

She mumbled

little while longer, and then the call ended.

against the soft headrest, his thoughts swirling in the quiet hum of the

~At the hospital~

softly as midnight approached. The scent of antiseptic lingered

private ward had only a few security personnel stationed nearby, making it

the hallway

medicine cart. Her footsteps echoed through

was unfamiliar. Her expression was calm and

opened the door to

lay a sleeping man, his breathing even, his body

the bedside. She didn’t bother turning on the lights. Instead, she glanced around the room with a

pocket.

the man’s hand clamped tightly around hers. Her eyes widened just before

to strike, but the figure on the bed sprang upright and knocked the

her shoulder left her arm numb and her

for the

for a sharp tingling sensation to shoot through her arm. The gun clattered to the floor

break past him.

to trickle to the floor. "Impossible," she muttered under

her close, deftly removing the Bluetooth device from her ear.

your mission. Follow

The line went dead.

assassin’s eyes met Davis’s. She knew in

but Davis was quicker. He slapped her sharply across the face,

blinked in shock, momentarily dazed. His face

the long

brow furrowed, eyes narrowing.

sitting down. His hand gripped her