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?"

didn’t need a second longer to respond. He shook

get the car going," Davis

into the backseat, Davis closed his eyes briefly and drew in a deep breath, steadying himself willing his frayed nerves to obey. Now was not the time to be rash. He had to maintain control, every decision made now mattered and panic would

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

Second... The call failed.

again. Still

clawed at his chest. It was like staring into the mouth

the dread swelling within him

Davis instructed,

rearview "Sir, you know we changed the car. This model isn’t as high-performing as your

coldly, his eyes sharp. "There’s no such thing as a low-performance car in that garage. All

"This one, in particular, is high-end purposefully designed for camouflage.

stunned. He had misjudged the car based on its modest exterior and had often wondered why Jessica would keep

on him he understood why it had seemed so out of place among the others—and it was terrifyingly

tension fill the car’s

forward like an unleashed arrow, slicing through the night air with mechanical precision

agile and light, as if gliding on air. The performance was nothing short of

the awe written on Ethan’s face as he marveled at the car’s

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

His heart pounded harder, his mind

he ordered. His voice, though even, held

grip on the wheel tightened. He was already pushing the car beyond legal limits and being asked to

felt this level of fear and helplessness in all his twenty-six

"You must be safe."

as the

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~Davis’s Residence~

like a solemn witness, glowing faintly under the full moon. The compound

the darkened lawn, while the outer estate lay in calm darkness, the interior of the mansion was a war

calmly on one of the couches in the living room. Her posture straight, her expression unreadable. Her breathing is steady but shallow. Blood stained her clothes.

gently disinfecting a