Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 195: Findings and suggestions...

The day had been overwhelmingly stressful for Davis. He hadn't just met with his security team, but also

gathered in-depth reports and critical intelligence from his most trusted aides which he had kept at bay because

he lost his leg.

Though, he never thought he would made met them in a wheelchair but after the visit, he was relieved and

happy. He discovered his sitting on the wheelchair never stopped him from anything.

Each conversation and report pointing back to the layers of the storm brewing around him. Though, he was

gradually picking up the scattered pieces of his life, he was not reckless. Every step he took was cautious. The

betrayal and hidden dangers from within his family had taught him to tread carefully—never to trust blindly

again and never to let his guard down despite the responsibilities.

That evening as they returned back to their room, Jessica noticed the fatigue etched across Davis's face.

Without needing to be asked, she guided him through a short but effective therapy session—focusing on his

tense shoulders and aching legs.

Once done, she helped him into the bathroom to freshen up. The water seemed to wash away sof his

burdens as he felt himself rejuvenated. Soon after, they settled down to enjoy a quiet, warm dinner in their room

just the two of them.

Jessica cleared the table after the meal, swiftly arranging the plates and utensils before returning to the room.

She intended to change into something more comfortable for the night, but just as she passed by, Davis reached

out and gently pulled her to him. Caught by surprise, her hand flailed in the air as if to grasp something—but

there was nothing. Yet, she didn’t fall. His strong arms steadied her, positioning her softly on his lap.

Her hands rested on his shoulders for balance while his hands wrapped firmly around her waist, keeping her

close. Slowly, he lowered his head and pressed soft, feather-light kisses against her lips. His touch trailed from

her lips to her jawline, then down to her neck and shoulder. Her breath hitched, coming in a quick gasps as his

touch seems to kindle her nerves lighting them with flames only him can extinguish. Though his day had been

long and exhausting, he realized just how much he'd missed her presence.

Despite the exhaustion he felt from his long day, Davis had missed her deeply. Most days, Jessica would go out

while Davis remained indoors, waiting for her return.

Sometimes they went out together, mostly her functions and always cback side by side. But today had been

different. He had been away—without her. And the distance had only deepened his longing.

Looking at her face now, a face he had yearned to see, his heart eased. It felt good coming hafter a long

journey meeting the only one that makes your heart beat .

"Overworked?" he asked softly, his fingers intertwining with hers. He began tracing the lines of her palm, gently

massaging her fingers with care. He wouldn't doubt if he returned and met her still working on the sketch.

Jessica let out a light sigh. "Not really," she muttered. "I've just been thinking a lot about Grandpa."

Her worry was genuine. As a doctor, she had accessed his detailed reports and also treated him and is very clear

about the old man’s health, and from the data, it was clear that sof his vital indicators were slipping beyond

controllable limits. She knew something had to be done about it—perhaps after discussing it with Davis.

"What do you think we do?" she asked carefully, her eyes scanning his face. "We can’t expect Desmond to care,"

she continued before Davis could answer. "And Alfred can’t keep doing it all alone. It’s too much for him."

Davis nodded. He understood her concern. Alfred had been loyal and dependable, but even he needed rest.

Davis also believed that Alfred’s return hcould serve as a strategic move—he could keep an eye on things

from within. But as Jessica pointed out, someone had to be there to ease the old man’s burden and provide

emotional support.

Visiting the hospital was risky—too many eyes, too many questions.

"Let it stay the way you arranged it," Davis finally said, rubbing his temples. "Let the hospital take charge of his

treatment. Your team can handle his care and protection while we focus on the other fires around us."

Before Jessica could respond, Davis's phone buzzed on the side table. He leaned over, picked it up, and

answered. Ethan's voice cthrough the speaker, calm but firm.

"Sir, | found something—about the incident from years ago." He relayed.

Davis immediately tensed. "The results?" he asked, his grip tightening slightly on Jessica’s shoulder dreading the

possible outcof the result.

Sensing the shift in his demeanor, Jessica turned her gaze toward him, her hand patting his shoulders to calm

him down.

"As you suspected," Ethan said, "it was all staged. Your father’s death—and your kidnapping along with your

sister—it was all planned."

Davis froze. His breathing grew heavier. He had been scared of the result of he will get through this investigation

but never expected it to align with his fears.

"The report confirms that your parents had just finished a business meeting when they got an anonymous call

warning them about the kidnapping. In their panic, they rushed back to the country to pay the ransom. But...

they never made it. The accident they had—it wasn’t an accident. It was a setup."

Davis's voice dropped to a near whisper. "Staged?" "The Kidnap?" A memory he never likes visiting.

"Yes," Ethan confirmed. "Just like yours."

There was a long pause. Jessica reached for Davis's hand, holding it tightly.

"I'll send you the full report to your phone," Ethan added. "As for suspects, we haven't found anyone concrete

yet. But we're focusing on possible links inside the Allen family before widening the search."

Davis nodded slowly. "Alright."

His hands clenched into fists. The air seemed heavier around him. His mind was reeling as old memories

returned—painful ones. The kidnapping. The grief. The shattered image of his parents’ car. The funeral. The

silence that followed. Each thought struck him like a wave crashing violently against a brittle shore.

He had tried—again and again—to convince himself it was all in the past. That the hurt would fade. But it hadn't.

And now, knowing it had all been orchestrated made it worse. It reopened wounds he had buried deep, his eyes

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Jessica, sensing his turmoil, moved closer and gently rubbed his back. "Hey," she whispered. "What are you

doing to yourself?"

Davis looked up, his eyes raw with emotion. "Jessica... they were murdered. Not by fate or misfortune. It was

deliberate. Why would anyone want them dead?"

His voice cracked slightly. "They worked tirelessly to build the Allen Group. If there's any motive, it must be tied

to the company or the family itself."

Jessica reached out and cupped his face in her hands. "I know it hurts," she said, her voice soft yet steady. "But

don’t drown in sorrow. You can’t undo the past, Davis. But you can prevent the future from repeating it."

He stared at her, eyes heavy. "Prevent the future?"

She nodded, her expression serious. "Think about it. If someone planned that accident, and your own incident

was staged too, who's to say they won't try again? Desmond and George Brown may be holding back now, but

they won't forever. They've considered it—you know it. They just haven't had the guts to go through with it."

A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "So what do you suggest?"

"Simple," she replied. "Plan ahead. Strategize. Cast yourand catch them all at once—"

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Jessica rubbed her temple in resignation. "I really can’t win against you." She murmured.

"Joinon a business trip?" he whispered lightly.

Jessica blinked. "Business trip? When? Where?"

"In three days. Norevia."

She frowned. "I've got an upcoming event. You know I’ve been planning it for weeks."

"Please," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "This husband will miss you terribly. And... it’s not just a trip. It's

an opportunity."

Jessica narrowed her eyes. "Davis Allen, talk with your mouth, not with your hands," she snapped as she pushed

his roaming fingers away.

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Jessica sighed resignedly. The night stretched long in a mix of warmth.