Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 416

Chapter 416 416: She is your grandmother...

Josh felt his effort crumbling, and he could blame nobody but his family who had dealt him such a hand.

His fists clenched and unclenched, his chest heaving with unspent rage. His heart raced with thoughts that stabbed at him like blades.

So many 'ifs' swirling in his thought;

If only I could turn back the hands of time,

If only I hadn't kept quiet

If only I hadn't gone ahead to continue living in the Anderson family

If only I had left the family, been the man I should have been…

If I haven't obeyed hoping I was doing the right thing.

No matter how he thought about it, Josh knew for certain he wouldn't be able to turn back the hand of time.

Because, there was never any medicine for regrets and more so now.

Davis stared at him for a moment, reading the storm on his face, and quietly excused himself. He pushed open the ICU door and stepped into the ward.

His footsteps echoed softly, steady and measured, until he reached the bedside. He sank into the chair with a heaviness that weighed on his soul.

Carefully, almost reverently, he took her hand in his. His thumb traced every inch of her palm, memorizing again what he already knew by heart.

He had done this countless times before so that; every line, every curve, every distinct feature was etched into his memory.

His voice broke the eerie and suffocating silence.

"Babe, it's been more than two weeks." His tone cracked, tender yet burdened with despair.

"So many things have happened… and you weren't awake to see them."

He let out a hollow laugh. "If you were awake, maybe you'd have frowned at the constant intrusion into your space. You always hated when anyone disturbed your rest."

His grip tightened slightly. "But it's your father and grandmother. They can't agree on anything. At this rate, the Santiagos and Andersons might revive their old feud."

I don't know what to do anymore. With so many unresolved matters surrounding your identity, I don't even know where

watered as his voice fell to a whisper. "And the babies… they'll be discharged in a few days. Tell me, should they be regarded as motherless? Or should I…" his voice cracked, "...should I send them to an orphanage? Because you know I can't do this alone.

to wake up. This… this wasn't

"..."

bowed. "Why should

to the bedside, her hand still clasped in his. His eyes stung with

a twitch. Jessica's eyes fluttered faintly, her index finger moving—so subtle it could

shift in

shot up, eyes searching her face. But she remained still, her features

illusion," he whispered, rubbing his brow

sensation lingered…the tingling warmth in

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hospital lobby, Donald guided Lady Matilda toward their car. Just then, another car pulled

young man stepped out of the car, her eyes narrowed

Julian Anderson.

to see if

she muttered under her breath. "How

then halted altogether. She turned to Donald. "I have to verify

don't you think

you think they are different? Or

there are not many coincidences in this life and for every coincidence there

lobby in long stride just as he walked past Lady Matilda,

up. "Are you okay?" Julian asked. His gaze worried as he

familiarity of the face. His

calming breath as she steadied her frame. A

had wanted to put Julian to a small test and also to get

in drawing his full

hope you wouldn't mind my

at her apology before words, he shook his head lightly just as Lady Matilda's voice fell. "Are you the son

narrowed

wrong, but I

Julian froze.

few weeks ago he had been at her homecoming banquet of this granddaughter but being

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