Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 415 415: It's her decision to make...

Davis glanced at the faces of the two elderly in-laws beside him just in time to catch each of them masking their shock.

For a moment, he found it strangely refreshing to see them still bearing the grudge of the past while the met on a narrow path.

Totally unfazed about the full tale between the Santiagos and the Andersons, Davis was the first to break the silence.

"Grandma," he greeted softly, stepping forward with quiet respect to help her out of the elevator.

Once outside, Lady Matilda paused in the hallway. Her gaze lingered on Davis, her eyes misty with the weight of memories. One hand leaned against her walking stick while the other trembled as she slowly lifted it, her frail fingers carefully tracing Davis' features.

"You've suffered a lot," she murmured, a bitter smile tugging at her lips every word a testimony to the pains endured.

Her maternal warmth washed over him like a balm, Davis shook his head lightly. "Not compared to hers," he answered, concealing the ache that pressed against his heart.

"How have you been?" She asked softly.

"Grandma, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me," Davis reassured her, his eyes gentle, filled with the kind of affection he rarely allowed others to see.

"I…I… really have to," Lady Matilda lamented, her voice breaking. "Especially when you are the one bearing the most pain."

"Let's go in and see her," Davis said quietly, extending his hand to guide her down the corridor toward the ward.

Behind them, Josh stepped closer. His heart pounded with unease. How was he supposed to address Lady Matilda without stirring her displeasure?

Back when Nora was alive, he had called her 'Mom.' But with the bitter rift between the Anderson and Santiago families, guilt weighed heavily on him. He felt trapped between shame and longing, caught at a crossroads.

As Lady Matilda prepared to walk forward, Josh clenched his fists, then took a hesitant step. Against reason, against pride, he spoke the word he had long held back.

"Mom," he greeted, his voice calm yet unsteady.

The old lady froze mid step. She had intend to ignore his presence, she wouldn't want another set of entanglement between the families any more but

fell on Josh Anderson…the man who would have been

detachment, a cold unfamiliarity that cut

words pierced him. Noting her coldness, Josh felt the

the weight of regret. He felt tired, empty. He felt hurt. And most of all, he

pay the price of his foolishness. Looking back in time, he had been

from Josh to

dared not deny it. Deep inside, he hoped that somehow, someday, the two families

his wife caught in the crossfire

gave a small nod.

stiffen. Davis frowned slightly, turning the remark

it

shifting her

When they reached the closed door of the ICU, Lady Matilda's eyes reddened,

Jessica's bedside, while Josh remained outside, waiting in the ICU waiting room, alone with his

the ward with Davis supporting her gently. Her expression

plan for her?" Lady Matilda asked

the treatments, and the diagnoses they

Mr. Josh wanted to transfer her

Matilda's brow furrowed. Her eyes

you just

but repeated himself. He would not conceal such a matter

own wish, or simply

he

her all over again. Seeing her every morning and night, speaking to her, sitting with her in the ICU…those moments were what kept him

in his own

sincerity. Then she lifted her chin and spoke with quiet

an Anderson… but she must wake to claim that name. Until then, she goes

forward, having overheard. His steps