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

glance at the time on

he asked, his tone

sleep," came

sighed. He had expected

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

mumbled

longer, and then the call ended. Davis sighed. Just handle this last task and

his head back against the soft headrest, his thoughts swirling in

~At the hospital~

was quiet, the fluorescent lights humming softly as midnight approached. The scent of

usually heavily guarded private ward had only a few security personnel stationed nearby, making it appear unguarded

the hallway blinked twice, then

through the west stairwell, pushing a medicine cart. Her footsteps echoed through the

her face was unfamiliar. Her expression

she opened the

On the bed lay a sleeping man, his breathing even,

She didn’t bother turning on the lights. Instead, she glanced around the

from her coat pocket. Inside, a clear liquid swirled—neurotoxin, untraceable after

for his hand beneath the duvet—but in a flash, the man’s hand clamped tightly

on the bed sprang upright and knocked the

She was quick, but he was faster. A strike to her shoulder left

drawing attention, she made for the door. But her

sensation to shoot through her arm. The gun clattered to

to break past him. But

in her side, and blood began to trickle to the floor. "Impossible,"

Bluetooth device from her ear. A voice buzzed through

Follow protocol. Do

The line went dead.

Davis’s. She knew in that moment—she’d

her tongue, but Davis was quicker. He slapped her sharply across the face, the blow reverberating through her

momentarily dazed. His face was unreadable—cold

the long

eyes narrowing. "Is there

dragging a chair over and sitting down. His hand gripped her chin while the