Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 147: Results 1

~At the Hospital~

Donald and Lady Matilda Santiago both sighed in relief when Jessica agreed to take on the case—though it would

be on her own terms, they are grateful for the opportunity.

Hearing her speak so calmly and with such confidence even when their nwas mentioned, they were quietly

impressed. She wasn’t someone that could be easily intimidate, and that surprised them.

"She's very serious," Lady Matilda whispered to her son as they walked out of the office.

Donald nodded, then turned back to the dean. "Can we get a copy of her schedule once she sets it up? We don’t

want the appointments to be too close together, but not too far apart either."

The dean nodded quickly. He understood their concern—and more importantly, he understood who they were.

The Santiagos were not people to argue with. If this request made things go more smoothly, he was more than

willing to comply.

"I'll inform you once she finalizes her schedule," the dean assured.

After a few more minutes of discussion, the Santiagos thanked him and left the hospital, their guards following

behind.

The dean slumped back into his chair the moment they were gone, he rubbed his forehead. He was already

exhausted by this arrangement—and it hadn't even started yet.

~Back at Jessica's Mansion~

The late afternoon sun gently made its way to the west, painting the sky in warm gold and soft orange casting a

rare beauty over the estate, touching the walls and windows of Jessica’s mansion with soft light. The day was

slowly coming to an end.

Inside the gates, extra security measures were put in place. Jessica had called for an urgent family dinner, and

the guards had been alerted.

The entrance was strictly monitored. CCTV cameras were adjusted to cover a wider area, making sure everyone

coming in was safe and no one was followed.

Jessica sat on the edge of the couch in her bedroom, her laptop resting on her thighs as she scanned through her

work. Her brows were slightly drawn, yet her face remained calm.

Davis sat on his wheelchair, a book in hand while he watches her work seriously. It is said a man working

seriously is handsbut for Davis watching Jessica work seriously is beautiful sight worth remembering.

"Why the sudden dinner?" Davis asked, breaking the silence. "With an urgent family gathering? Everyone's been

called home. Should | be worried?"

Jessica didn’t look up at once. Instead, she gave a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Isn't it nice

to have everyone around the stable?" she said softly.

It makes the house feel warmer... lively. Sometimes I think it would be wonderful to expand this family. You know,

have these young men find love and settle down." Her voice was light, almost teasing.

Davis nodded lightly but not convinced. Davis as perceptive as ever, knew there was more behind her words. Her

eyes betrayed her. There was something deeper hidden there—worry, uncertainty... fear.

"You are right but you know that is not the reason?" He smirked.

Jessica smiled again, but this ther heart wasn’t in it. In truth, her hands trembled slightly where they rested

on the laptop, and her chest felt tight.

She was praying—silently but desperately—that the decision she had made would be accepted. That everything

would go smoothly. That she wouldn't lose the people she cared about.

With two and a half hours until dinner, and Bella expected in less than one, Jessica knew she had to speak up

now. She couldn't delay any longer. There were two people who needed to hear the truth first—Davis, and her

godfather, Elliot.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone and typed out a short message:

"Dad, can you doa favor and cto our room? There's something important."

She waited until the message showed "Delivered" before gently setting her phone aside. Her eyes lifted slowly,

settling on Davis again. He hadn't moved, but she could feel the tension in the air, growing heavier with each

passing second.

Jessica’s mind raced. "How do I tell him? How do | make this sound simple? What if he gets angry? What if he

thinks I've done something behind his back? What if he doesn’t believe me... or worse, what if he does and still

walks away?"

She had faced life-and-death situations before. She had held lives in her hands during surgery, had faced pain,

pressure, and intense emergencies without flinching. But this... this felt harder than any of that.

Davis could sense her inner struggle. Though he had changed a lot since his accident; pulling away from

responsibilities, hiding behind the scene—he wasn’t blind. And he wasn’t foolish.

He wheeled closer. "Babe," he said gently, but firmly. "What's really going on?"

Her lips parted, but the words stuck in her throat. Air felt thin, her lungs squeezing tight. Her heart was thudding

so loudly she could almost hear it echo. She reached for her courage, but it faltered under his intense gaze.

"E-em... ahem..." She cleared her throat, trying to find the right words. "Actually... it's not that terrible, but—can

you..."

She stopped, startled by a light knock at the door. Relief flooded her as she looked toward it. She didn’t need to

ask who it was. She already knew—it was her father.

Thank God, she thought. That knock had saved her. If it hadn’t cjust then, she feared Davis's eyes would

have pierced through her and exposed every thought she was struggling to hide.

Davis raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak. Jessica quickly walked over and opened the door.

Elliot stood there, hands tucked in his pockets, wearing a relaxed expression. "You called for me?" he asked,

stepping into the room.

"Yeah,Please cin," she said, softly.

Elliot glanced at them both, a curious look on his face. "What's going on?" He asked with his brow raised.

He made his way to the chair beside Davis couch as Jessica returned to her seat. Davis nodded lightly in a

greeting, his silence heavy.

The air in the room grew heavier again. Jessica took another deep breath, then met both their gazes. "This is it,"

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envelope and his breathe hitched.

His hand burned as though holding onto a hot potato that he quickly passed it across to Elliot who took it from

him with curious glance.