Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 407 407: He changed his plans...

Meanwhile, at the Davis estate, the atmosphere had improved. With Old Man Allen already visiting the hospital

to see the twins, his spirit had becmore stable.

His schedule now ran in a steady rhythm...hto the hospital, hospital back to has though the twins were

the new anchor keeping him rational.

Old Man Elliot had taken over the duty of monitoring the secret cameras installed in Sylas Louis' home.

To him, it was as though life had handed him a new reason, a purpose to live with more energy, practically giving

him the chance to prove his skills acquired over the years. .

But perhaps it was also his fault that Sylas' condition worsened by the day. Instead of only haunting him in the

night hours, Elliot had made it a habit to flip his peace even in moments when Sylas looked calm.

On this particular day, however, Elliot was tied up with other pressing matters.

In the study, Davis had just shut down his laptop when a soft knock landed on the door. He waited for it to open

expecting Ethan's usual brisk entry but no one cin.

"Cin," he called.

The door creaked open, and Elder Allen stepped inside.

"Grandpa," Davis greeted with a respectful nod.

Elder Allen acknowledged him with a brief nod and walked over to the couch. He lowered himself slowly, a small,

beautifully crafted box in his hand.

Davis' brow furrowed as his eyes locked onto it. The sight stirred an uneasiness in him. He leaned back into his

chair, waiting.

Elder Allen caressed the box gently, a mix of emotion dancing in his eyes. "Davis," he said softly, his voice

weighted with meaning. "So many people have paid the price for this. You must protect it well."

A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he continued. "It seems she anticipated she wouldn't be returning anytime

soon. The night before her accident, she gavethe second pair of the keys, a proof of her identity asking me

to hand it over to you once you returned."

"The blueprint?" Davis asked, a storm of emotions surging in his chest.

Elder Allen nodded and, after a deep breath, extended the box towards him. After the death of Alex, Monica and

Nora, he never thought this twould come.

Davis reached out with steady hands and accepted the safe.

"I understand," he muttered.

The old man gave a satisfied nod and rose to his feet, ready to leave. But Davis stopped him mid-step.

"Grandpa... What was the nof the husband and wife who died during the experiment testing?"

Elder Allen's movements slowed. His breath grew heavy. His shoulders stiffened as memories weighed down on

him.

Over the years, he had carried quiet guilt for that family, though once the welfare compensation was paid, he

had lost track of them. Rumor had it they relocated from Country Y.

"Steve and Melissa Norman," he finally said, his voice heavy.

Davis' hand froze in mid-motion. The nstruck like lightening within him, a bell that refused to stop ringing

and its familiarity was overwhelming .

Elder Allen caught the change in his expression, paused, then returned to the study.

"Do you know the name?" he asked carefully.

"It's just... familiar," Davis admitted, his brows knitted. "But | can't place it yet."

"Alright. Letknow if anything comes to mind," Elder Allen said, before exiting quietly and shutting the door

behind him with a click.

Alone again, Davis sat back at the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface as his

thoughts deepened.

"Melissa and Steve Norman... Luke Norman," he murmured. "Could there be a connection?"

"How connected?"

"Distant relatives or their child?"

Jessica's suspicions replayed in his mind, along with Luke's profile, quite skilled in research, his evasive answers.

Just maybe... just maybe, he was the sperson.

"If he was...what is the purpose?"

Davis inhaled deeply, steadying his thoughts. A soft knock cagain, and the door pushed open.

"We can leave," Ethan announced from the doorway.

"Cin," Davis called out.

The door creaked open, and Ethan stepped inside with measured strides.

His brow was furrowed, his expression guarded as he stopped a few feet from Davis's large mahogany desk.

"Were you able to investigate Luke Norman properly?" Davis asked, his tone calm but edged with quiet scrutiny.

Ethan shook his head. "I tried, but | found nothing against him. His background appears clean. The only detail

worth noting is that he lost his parents in an accident a few years back."

Davis leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. His suspicion only deepened. "I suppose I'll have to

test it out myself when we arrive at the company," he murmured.

Ethan hesitated, then asked carefully, "Is something wrong?"

Davis's gaze sharpened, his voice clipped. "Steve and Melissa Norman were the husband and wife who died

during the experiment years ago."

"Norman.." Ethan murmured and his heart skipped. He stiffened, the implication sinking in. "Does that mean...

he is also the sNorman? Did he joined the group with a purpose?"

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He stole a glance at Davis. His boss's calm, determined demeanor was reassuring, but a sliver of unease gnawed

at Ethan.

What if Luke was already several steps ahead?

What if Davis was underestimating him?

A faint silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension. Davis's fingers tapped against the desk, his

eyes glinting with determination. "I'll find out soon enough."

"But..." Ethan began.

Davis pulled open the drawer and slipped the box inside, locking it with a quiet click. Straightening, he rose from

his seat. "I guess we keep it that way for now. I'll see him at the company."

Ethan's eyes widened slightly. "Would that be okay?"

Davis turned his gaze on him, the weight of his stare pinning him in place. He took a deep breath, his tone

cutting. "Why do | feel you're getting dumber by the day?"

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"I'm saying," Davis exhaled, his eyes narrowing with intent, "he changed his plans. And now... I'm interested to

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