Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 396: Hospital... Davis & Julian meets

Davis alighted from the airplane, his steps urgent, almost breaking into a run, while Ethan hurried after him, dragging their luggage and struggling to keep up.

Frantically, Davis dialed on his phone as he moved toward the exit, frustration bubbling within, fear threatening to swallow him whole, his gaze locked firmly on the glowing screen.

He bumped into several passersby without stopping to apologize, not even sparing them a glance. Ethan, left in his wake, was forced to smooth things over, apologizing quickly while still managing their luggage.

In all the years he had worked with Davis, he had never seen him this rattled, this consumed by unease.

At some point, Ethan couldn’t help but wonder...had something truly gone wrong?

With his boss furiously making calls, walking faster and faster, he had no time to stop and check the updates for himself.

Davis dialed several numbers of his subordinates, but none of them answered. Jessica’s line too remained unreachable. Each failed attempt felt like another stone pulling him under. His chest tightened—his heart drowning in dread.

Outside, their driver, already called ahead by Ethan before they boarded, pulled up beside them. Davis slipped into the back seat at once while Ethan loaded the luggage. The car peeled away from the airport.

"What..." Davis began, but before the words could leave his mouth, a notification flashed across his screen. He clicked it.

His gaze narrowed, his heart pounding violently, as he watched the live footage that appeared. In the video were the Allen special guards...his people and several others.

Shaking his head, he returned to the call screen, ready to try again. But before he could, another notification blinked at the top of his phone. A news headline.

"A terrible accident involving unknown persons."

The article opened automatically.

A car plunged off a cliff at midday. The identity of the occupants remains uncertain.

Another headline followed:

"A well-protected heiress’s car falls off a cliff rescued by her security personnel, identity concealed from the public."

Davis’s jaw clenched.

Then another.

"An accident involving two trucks and a car, could the occupants have survived?"

The comments section wasn’t left out:

A rich lady indeed. Even in crisis, her identity stays hidden.

I wonder if she will be hidden at the hospital.

do I suspect her

there, is it possible it was a

country so it

Then who was it?

involved

only fueled his

clear?"

waiting for you since yesterday," the driver

was right. He was even supposed to return yesterday but unfortunately, due to the weather conditions in

intended to stay the full five days of the summit and yet, fate had conspired

he reached for his chief guard’s number, a message popped up

at the hospital. Madam had an accident. She is being resuscitated at Mediterranean

landed with a thud. His heart galloped, every

anxious voice cut

had been watching Davis

to Mediterranean Hospital," Davis ordered, his voice

driver could respond, the phone began ringing again. Davis bent quickly, snatched it up, and

through, urgent and strained. "If you are back

my way," Davis replied evenly,

the phone, then commanded the driver

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Mediterranean Hospital

lay, her body frail against the bed, surrounded

her door, their expressions cold and unreadable. They had followed her here after the rescue and now formed

not done by them alone but the other groups had also been anxious

responsibility kept them as they had to

them briefly. Their anxious watchfulness, their expressions

mind flickered back to the crippled man he had seen with her at the cemetery. Could he truly be the same Davis Allen who commanded such loyalty?

was this heir

carrying the authority of

of the guards stepped forward. "Sir, we appreciate your good intentions. But she is our boss’s

into contempt, the young man also

expected them to understand the

can stop me from moving my...sister?" His voice dropped to a growl, fists clenched at his