Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 343: Visiting the Brown family

After Jessica left the cemetery, several thoughts raced through her mind. In as much as she tried to deny that sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach about this newfound brother, the striking similarities seemed to be the barrier.

For the long years she had lived, Jessica was certain she hadn’t come across any similarities to her appearance in Country Y. Thinking back now, she wondered if it had anything to do with race.

She rubbed her temples as she advised herself to push such thoughts away from her, yet it seemed to become more persistent.

With quick probing through her schedule, the welcoming dinner at the Santiagos’ home was in two days, and with her decision to visit her grandmother, the very lady that had taken that charge—"I will visit tomorrow because I needed answers."

"Possibly once Davis goes to work."

"I have to unravel every mystery surrounding my existence, and finally, I have to visit the Brown family—and shouldn’t today be the best time?"

With her decision made, "Drive to the Brown family," she instructed. He

Picking up her phone, she decided to check up on Davis, but then she noticed a message from him.

"Lunch was awesome. Can I be greedy to request for another day?" A smile tugged at her as she rubbed her baby bump.

"Not impossible. You have to plead with the baby," she replied, and her phone rang that instant.

"Do you still have the rare calling at this time?" she asked playfully.

"Work couldn’t be more important than you," he chuckled.

They chatted for a while, and she informed him of her trip to the Brown family. Davis was skeptical about the visit but didn’t object.

this time, he

he said

encounter with Julian since the

brief chat, she felt relieved of the burden on her heart, and with

~Brown Family~

without any problems and after two hours they arrived

her car slowed to a halt in front of the once-grand Brown family

she stepped out of the car, her eyes narrowed as she took in the state of the structure that

not been kind to it. Several cracks snaked along the weather-stained walls like veins, the gate massive, yet the colour

she noted that

several mishaps she had encountered, she had wanted to take over the group with the proof

over, paying George an ample amount of money to help him keep himself afloat,

her way towards the gate, a guard following her closely as she walked

crest that once adorned the gate had faded to a dull brass, half of it broken, the

guard pushed it lightly; it creaked on its bolt as it opened wider. Jessica stepped into the compound and her world

perfection had transformed into a jungle of weeds

midst of the compound, which seemed to have been deserted, a gust of wind rustled the dry leaves

than usual. The air was heavy and stale, as if

of stairs and stopped

wasn’t mistaken, that was supposed to be George Brown’s

who’s there?" he

couldn’t mistake the drowsiness; it had to be