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.

rare smile crept across his face as he slid his thumb over the green button

at the time on the phone screen and

asked, his

came the short

sighed. He had

you can’t afford to be stressed

mumbled , a tinge

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

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

~At the hospital~

the fluorescent lights humming softly as

security personnel stationed

camera in the hallway blinked twice, then

through the west stairwell, pushing a medicine cart.

face was unfamiliar. Her expression was

soft push, she opened the door to the ward and stepped

room was dimly lit. On the bed lay a sleeping man, his breathing even, his body well covered

on the lights. Instead, she glanced around the room with

her coat pocket. Inside, a clear liquid

the man’s hand clamped tightly

on the bed sprang upright and knocked the vial from

strike to her shoulder left her arm numb and her breath caught in her throat. She realized then—this man wasn’t easy to

made for the door.

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

hissed, lunging forward to break past him.

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

the Bluetooth device from her ear. A voice buzzed through

mission. Follow protocol. Do

The line went dead.

met Davis’s. She knew in that

her tongue, but Davis was quicker. He slapped her sharply

dazed. His face

take the

brow furrowed, eyes narrowing. "Is

chair over and sitting down. His hand gripped her chin while the guards restrained