Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 193: How is my father doing?

After ending the call, Desmond sighed heavily. His expression unreadable as he gazed into the distance. A

mixture of frustration and anxiety coursed through his vein. Reluctantly, he turned on his heel, ready to leave

the study, but then something caught his eye.

On one of the upper shelves, neatly pla nced but partly hidden behind other files, was a package. Its appearance

was different. The file was bound in expensive leather, its surface decorated with intricate carvings and delicate

golden patterns. It looked old and important and could easily perhaps pass as a secret.

Desmond's curiosity got the better of him.

He stepped closer and gently pulled it out. The weight of it confirmed his suspicion—it wasn’t just any ordinary

document. Something about the placement, the condition, and the effort taken to protect it made it feel like it

held more power than any conversation he could have had.

Without giving it much more thought, Desmond tucked it under his arm. He walked out of the study, closing the

door softly behind him with a click.

As he walked down the hallway of the Allen mansion, his mind raced. He needed to return to the company.

He needed to cup with a plan. One thing was now clear to him: if the Allen family wouldn’t willingly give him

the rightful place he deserved, he would have to take it by force or cunning. He wasn’t going to stand by while

others decided his future —not now, not anymore.

~At the Central Hospital~

Meanwhile, the ambulance carrying Elder Allen arrived at Central Hospital. The paramedics quickly moved him

onto a stretcher and rushed him into the emergency ward. The doors swung open and shut with urgency as

doctors and nurses gathered around to begin immediate resuscitation.

Outside the emergency room, Alfred waited anxiously. He paced a few steps, then stopped, his eyes fixed on the

door.

His hands were clenched tightly by his sides, and his heart was beating rapidly with fear. He had known for some

tthat Elder Allen’s health had been worsening, but he didn’t expect Desmond to show up suddenly and stir

things up to this extent.

He looked around the hospital hall, his eyes searching for Desmond, but the man was nowhere to be found.

It was shocking. His own father had collapsed and was fighting for his life, and yet Desmond didn’t even bother

to follow the ambulance. It was like he didn’t care. Like it wasn’t his blood that had just been rushed into

intensive care.

Alfred closed his eyes briefly, trying to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't help but wonder—was this the

reason Elder Allen had been so reluctant to hand over the family business to Desmond? Or was there another,

even deeper reason?

His thoughts were interrupted when the doors of the emergency room swung open again. Doctors and nurses

wheeled Elder Allen out on a hospital bed. Several IV drips hung on poles beside him, connected to both of his

arms. The old man looked pale and weak, his eyes tightly shut, his chest slowly rising and falling.

Alfred rushed to the side but was gently held back by a doctor.

"You're a family member?" the doctor asked, his eyes scanning Alfred curiously.

"Yes," Alfred replied quickly, nodding. He was ready to receive updates—his ears perked, hoping for good news.

"What medication did you give him before bringing him here?" the doctor asked, his voice serious and his gaze

sharp, as if trying to catch a lie.

Alfred frowned. "Is... is something wrong?" he asked nervously. His hands trembled slightly. The idea that the

medicine he gave might have harmed the old man terrified him.

The doctor shook his head. "Not really," he said, "but you're lucky. The drug helped stabilize his condition just

long enough to keep him alive until we got him here. If not for that, the pressure in his chest might have caused

something worse—maybe even a rupture."

He paused, still looking at Alfred. "I just want to know where you got it. That kind of medication isn’t easy to

cby."

Alfred let out a deep breath of relief.

"It was a gift," he said, avoiding details. He didn’t dare mention that it cfrom Jessica, the daughter-in-law.

What if they needed more? If her identity was revealed too soon, it might complicate things even further.

"How is his condition now?" Alfred asked.

The doctor sighed again. "He's out of immediate danger, but he'll need to stay here in the hospital. He cannot go

through stress or face any more emotional shocks. His body can’t handle it."

Alfred nodded in understanding. But just as he turned to leave, the doctor added a final warning.

"Another attack like this, and he might not survive. He needs complete rest and constant care."

Alfred froze.

Those words hit him hard. He had always feared the worst case scenabut hearing him say this isn’t part of it.

Slowly, he nodded once more, then turned to walk toward the ward where Elder Allen was now resting. Each step

he took felt heavy.

Arriving the ward, Alfred pushed open the door gently. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of

machines and the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor.

Elder Allen lay motionless in the hospital bed, wrapped in blankets. His face was pale, sunken, and frail. The

strong, proud man that once led the Allen family with authority now looked like a shadow of himself.

Alfred’s eyes burned with unshed tears. He walked slowly to the bedside, adjusted the blanket carefully, and

tucked the old man’s hands beneath it.

"You have to get better, sir," he whispered, his voice shaking. "You must not leave like this. Not when everything

is still falling apart.”

For a few long moments, he stood there in silence, just watching. He knew what Elder Allen meant to the family.

He knew the legacy he carried, the nhe built.

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And Alfred had no one else to depend on. Until they returned, he had to protect the elder. He would take care of

him himself if he had to.

He made a mental note: when Elder Allen got a little stronger, he would hire a trustworthy caregiver. But until

then, he wouldn't leave his side, he wouldn't dare risk any mishap or carelessness.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting into his thoughts.

He took it out and checked the screen. The non the caller ID made his expression turn dark. Rage welled up

inside him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He had to hear what the man had to say.

"Sir?" Alfred answered coldly, his voice flat and emotionless.

"How is my father doing?" Desmond's voice cthrough the speaker, casual and uncaring.

The tone didn’t escape Alfred. It wasn’t just the words—it was the attitude. There was no panic. No worry. Just

curiosity, like someone asking about the weather.

Alfred’s jaw clenched, his hands balled into a fist. Should Desmond be before him, he doubt he wouldn't punch

him in the face.

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