Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 198: Desmond's visits the hospital

~At Jessica’s Mansion~

Jessica nodded lightly at Davis's suggestion, mentally noting to send a message to her the Santiagos’ later in the

day.

The buzz and noise surrounding the fashion week had already disrupted their morning, so rather than return to

bed, she decided to get up and make productive use of the time.

She headed to the walk-in closet and began sorting their luggage in preparation for Davis's upcoming business

trip. It was expected to last a week, and she preferred having everything ready ahead of time.

Midway through her packing, Jessica paused and picked up her phone again. She scrolled to the contact of one of

her trusted subordinates—someone she had placed in charge of watching over Elder Allen at the hospital. She

dialed the number, and after a few rings, the young lady picked up the call.

"How is he doing?" Jessica asked in a calm, low voice, mindful not to disturb Davis.

"He's awake now," the young woman replied quietly, trying to avoid attracting attention from others. "Still weak,

but stable. Alfred went hto prepare his meal."

Jessica exhaled softly, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "Good. Keepupdated."

She ended the call and put her phone aside. Then, without wasting time, she returned to organizing the clothes

and essentials for the trip.

~At the hospital~

After ending the call, Linda placed her phone back into her pocket and returned to Elder Allen’s ward. She

opened the door gently and found the old man wide awake, his eyes slowly following her movements.

"You're awake?" she asked gently, walking over to his bedside. Her voice carried genuine concern.

She moved closer to check his vitals. After confirming everything was within a normal range, she sighed in relief

and adjusted the nutrient drip connected to his arm.

Elder Allen opened his dry mouth to speak, but his voice was hoarse and strained. Seeing this, Linda quickly

reached for a glass of water and helped him take a few sips.

"How's Alfred?" he managed to ask after swallowing, his voice still raspy.

"He went hto get your meal," she replied softly. "He'll be back shortly."

Elder Allen gave a tired sigh. "Have Davis and Jessica returned?" he asked weakly, his eyes dim with longing.

"Old man, you really shouldn't be worrying so much," Linda said, pulling the chair beside his bed and sitting

down. "Your health matters more. They wouldn't be happy seeing you like this."

She looked at the frail man with mixed emotions. Though she worked in the Allen household, her loyalty had

never truly belonged there.

Jessica had secretly sent her in during the early days of her marriage, instructing her to stay undercover as a

maid. Alfred had attempted to look into her background but found nothing suspicious—her profile revealed only

that she was an orphan.

Over time, however, Linda had cto respect Elder Allen. Despite his powerful status, he was kind and

humble. Unlike many of the arrogant members of the Allen family, he treated even the lowest staff with dignity.

Watching him now, so helpless and vulnerable, stirred a sense of guilt and protectiveness in her.

"What about Desmond?" Elder Allen asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Before Linda could respond, the door swung open with a faint creak. Desmond stepped inside holding a stainless-

steel food flask. His face bore a faint smile, but there was a coldness in his eyes that didn’t go unnoticed.

"Dad, how are you feeling today?" Desmond asked casually, walking over to set the flask on the table beside the

bed.

Elder Allen didn’t respond immediately. He simply stared at his son, his gaze unreadable. Something about

Desmond felt different—darker. The aura around him was no longer the sas before.

"Dad, won't you speak to me?" Desmond asked again, smirking. "Still upset about our last conversation?"

Elder Allen clenched his fists beneath the sheets but said nothing. He wasn’t going to give Desmond the

satisfaction of knowing how troubled he felt. Still, his instincts screamed a warning. Something wasn’t right.

"Sir, should I serve the food?" Linda asked, turning to Elder Allen but keeping a careful eye on Desmond.

Her voice broke the tension in the room, and Desmond's attention shifted to her. But Elder Allen felt his pulse

quicken. Could he trust Linda? Was she truly on his side or secretly aligned with Desmond?

"Am... not... eat...ing," Elder Allen stammered, forcing the words out with difficulty.

Desmond chuckled. "Dad, you've been living off nutrients for days. It's tto eat something solid." He leaned

back, arms crossed, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Linda slowly opened the flask. The smell of the dish was rich and flavorful, quickly filling the room with a

tempting aroma. Under different circumstances, Elder Allen might have been eager to eat—but now, he could

barely trust his own breath, let alone the food brought in by Desmond.

Desmond gave Linda a mock-polite nod. "Go on. Feed him. He's too weak to hold the spoon."

Linda took a deep breath, masking her discomfort, and scooped the first few spoonfuls into a small bowl. But

instead of feeding Elder Allen, she turned to Desmond and held it out to him.

"It’s been a long tsince you've shared a meal with your father," she said with a smile that didn’t reach her

eyes. "I'm sure it would mean a lot if you have meal with him while | feed him from the one in the flask."

Desmond's smirk vanished. He waved his hand in refusal, but the motion was sharp and reckless. The plate in

Linda’s hand slipped and fell to the ground with a loud clatter. In the confusion, Linda stepped backward,

accidentally knocking over the entire flask. The rest of the food spilled across the floor.

The room fell silent.

Desmond's face darkened with fury. "You stupid girl!" he barked, stepping forward with his hand raised ready to

strike her hard.

At that exact moment, the door opened again. Alfred entered, pausing in surprise at the scene before him. Linda

quickly rushed to him, hiding slightly behind his shoulder like a frightened child.

"What's going on here?" Alfred asked, eyeing Desmond with suspicion. "Why are you trying to hit her?"

Desmond pointed at the spilled food on the floor. "She threw away the meal | brought for Dad."

Alfred looked from Desmond to Linda and then to the mess on the ground. "Calm down," he said firmly. "I'm sure

it was an accident. Ladies are often clumsy. Don’t take it to heart."

Desmond's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. After a few tense seconds, he turned on his heel and stormed out

of the ward without another word.

As the door closed behind him, Linda stepped out from behind Alfred and stood quietly beside Elder Allen. The

old man looked at her, his gaze full of questions.

"Was she afraid of Desmond too?" he wondered. "Was she pretending... or truly trying to protect me?"

He wanted answers—needed them. But for now, he was too weak to ask.

He would wait. Sooner or later, he would uncover the truth.He wouldn't want to intimate Alfred on the actual

situation.

Linda quickly bent down to clean up the food that had spilled all over the floor. She had done it on purpose. It

was the only way she could protect Elder Allen at that moment.

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After carefully picking up the pieces of the broken plate and wiping the floor clean, she gently placed the empty

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