Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 293: Night Merchant?

Davis unconsciously backed away toward the door, his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. His mind was a haze as panic clouded his logic, and fear drove his instinct.

He paid no attention to where he was going and no clue where he was heading, nor did he care; only one action gripped his thoughts, consuming him whole was the fact that he needed to go home. Nothing else in this hospital mattered anymore.

As he reached the corridor, Ethan appeared, his strides urgent. He appeared at the hallway just in time to see Davis step out of the ward, his silhouette sharp and unnerved. Inside, the other subordinates were already handling the aftermath of the scene, trying to bring order to the shattered room.

"She’s not safe," Davis muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. His voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of a thousand storms.

Ethan’s brows creased with concern as he caught up to him. "What did you say, sir?"

But he got no other response as he walked towards the hospital elevator, his strides long and urgent, his gaze ahead. Ethan’s brows furrowed as he followed him out.

Outside the hospital, flashing red and blue lights cut through the night as the blaring sound of police sirens echoed through the air. Several police vehicles pulled up at the entrance, their lights casting an eerie swirl across the hospital compound—rhythmic and urgent.

Officers moved with precision, announcing lockdown procedures with calm but firm voices and immediately they began sealing the exits. All these announcements and warnings didn’t affect Davis in the bit.

"Sir, what exactly happened?" Ethan asked again as he quickly opened the car door for him.

"She said... Jessica is under attack," Davis responded, his voice clipped and cold, eyes blank with disbelief. His posture was tense, yet his words were calm—too calm. It was the kind of calm that heralded a storm.

Ethan took in the meaning behind those words. His military-trained instincts kicked in, filtering information as rapidly as possible.

From Davis’s expression and the tension straining his voice, he quickly pieced together fragments of what must have transpired and situations, drawing a tentative conclusion.

"Are you sure about the authenticity of that information?"

"Are you certain of her words?"

"What if it’s another trap?" Ethan pressed cautiously.

The past few days had been chaotic, like walking blindfolded through a minefield. Each move had to be calculated, each decision measured. One wrong move could lead to total destruction.

Davis turned toward him, his jaw tightened in restrained fury with pain and resolve burning in his eyes. "With her last breath... Coupled with the pain and agony of rejection, do you think she would lie..to me? Or set me up?"

to respond. He shook his head. "No, sir.

car going," Davis

was

First ring... But the ring buzzed in his ear, his stomach twisted into a knot. An

Second... The call failed.

again. Still

failed attempt, his gut twisted tighter. A dark foreboding clawed at his chest. It was like staring into the mouth of

dread swelling within

Davis

through the rearview "Sir, you know we changed the car. This model

"There’s no such thing as a low-performance car in that garage. All

particular, is high-end purposefully designed for camouflage. Don’t underestimate it

leaving him momentarily stunned. He had misjudged the car based on its modest exterior and had often wondered why Jessica would keep such a seemingly

dawned on him he understood why it had seemed so out of place

Davis’s tension fill the car’s interior, Ethan slammed his

like an unleashed arrow, slicing through the night air with

initially felt stiff and reluctant, became remarkably fluid, agile and light, as if gliding on air. The

on Ethan’s face as he

storm. Again and again, he tried every contact line connected to Jessica—her direct line, house phone, assistants, guards. Nothing. None of the calls connecte, It was as if she and everyone around her

tone felt like a punch to the chest. His heart pounded harder, his mind conjuring every possible worst-case scenario, each more brutal and deeper than

this car faster," he ordered. His voice, though even, held

tightened. He was already pushing the car beyond legal limits and being asked to go faster

fear and helplessness in all his twenty-six years. Not even when

"You must be safe."

must be alright." He continuously murmured under his breath as the car glided through the

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~Davis’s Residence~

glowing faintly under the full moon. The compound bathed in pale

estate lay in calm darkness, the interior

living room. Her posture straight, her expression unreadable. Her breathing is steady but shallow. Blood stained her clothes. Bruises marred her arms and

knelt beside her, gently disinfecting a bleeding wound on her