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?"

He

get the car going,"

his frayed nerves to obey. Now was not

buzzed in his ear, his stomach twisted into

Second... The call failed.

again. Still no

twisted tighter. A dark foreboding clawed at his chest. It was like staring into the mouth of a beast

to deny the dread swelling within him and also to still his thudding

Davis instructed, his tone

know we changed the car. This model isn’t as high-performing as your customized one," Ethan

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

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

based on its modest exterior and had often wondered

understood why it had seemed so out of place among the

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

with astonishing speed, the vehicle shot forward like an unleashed arrow, slicing through the night air with mechanical precision covering miles

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

Davis barely noticed the awe written on Ethan’s face as

his own storm. Again and again, he tried every contact line connected to Jessica—her direct line, house phone, assistants, guards. Nothing. None

his mind conjuring every possible worst-case scenario, each more brutal and deeper than the

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

jaw clenched, his grip on the wheel tightened. He was already pushing the car beyond legal limits and

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

"You must be safe."

continuously murmured under his breath as the car glided through the night

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~Davis’s Residence~

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

in calm darkness, the interior of the mansion was a war

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

gently disinfecting a bleeding wound on her