Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 408 408: Why did you becmy assistant?

With that conclusion, Davis and Ethan left the estate, heading straight to the hospital.

For the past few days, this had bechis routine and a loop he couldn't break. From the hospital, he returned

to the company. From the company, he returned to the hospital. And from the hospital, he went home, only to

repeat the cycle the next day.

Davis had been desperately hopeful that Jessica would be awake by now.

But as the days slipped away, his hope was worn thin, shredded piece by piece until it felt almost cruel to cling

to it yet he had no option than hope.

Julian had insisted on taking her back to Country Z for more intensive care, but Davis couldn't bring himself to let

go.

Instead, he had invited renowned doctors from different countries, each one giving the sdiagnosis:

suspected traumatic brain injury, resulting in a coma.

Several times, he had asked the sdreaded question...how she could be revived but the answer had always

been the same: "In a few weeks."

Is it just weeks or an eternity? He had murmured.

So with little or nothing to do to change the diagnosis.

Davis did what he could. He spent hours at her bedside, speaking to her softly, recounting their days together,

reading out her business reports to her, even whispering his fears, all in the hope that the sound of his voice

might stir her awake.

But the silence remained unbroken.

At this point, he had resigned himself to fate...to waiting, watching, hoping she would heal naturally.

Yet beneath the calm mask lingered his fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the worst case scenario.

"Will she really be okay?"

"Will she ever wake up?"

Meanwhile, every plan Jessica had carefully set in motion within the Allen Group was moving forward faster than

expected.

The team of researchers slated to commence the new project was due to arrive the next day.

Richard had been diligent with her company, handling the affairs as usual that Davis found himself worrying less,

at least on that front.

After the hospital visit, they drove to the company. With clear precision, the driver pulled up in the Allen Group

parking lot.

Davis drew a deep breath, opened the door, stepped out, and walked straight to his private elevator.

As the elevator dinged open, he stepped into his office floor, passing the secretarial unit. Their greetings trailed

after him, but he didn't bother to respond.

When the office door shut behind him, murmurs rose immediately in his wake.

"Why do | feel the President hasn't been happy for days?"

"Is the company facing any challenges we don't know about?"

"I don't think so, but he looks gloomy."

"Do you think his wife might be pressing for a divorce?"

"Divorce? That's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, you know."

"That can't be! He handed her everything the Allen family had. Don't you know she's the largest shareholder

now?"

"You better stop before you lose your job. His affairs aren't for us to discuss."

With that, the conversation ended as they dispersed, each hurrying back to their desks.

Inside his office, Davis stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze fixed on the bright blue horizon where

the sky stretched wide. His thoughts, however, were anything but steady.

After a long silence, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His voice was clipped. "Meetin my office."

Ending the call, he returned to his desk and settled down. He dialed another number. "Hello, | want to press

charges."

"Press charges? Against who?" The calm voice of the Police Chief filtered through the phone.

"Sylas Louis."

Over the phone, Davis could hear the heavy breathing of the police chief while silence reigned between them.

"Isn't he your in-law?" the chief asked finally, disbelief lacing his tone. In-laws dragging each other into court? It

sounded like another chapter of the endless s among the wealthy families.

Last time, it was Vera, and more surprising was that it was his Davis's wife who had called him over for such

task, and this time, Davis was pressing charges against Sylas.

Davis exhaled heavily. He had considered that irony himself. How ridiculous it was that the Louis family dared to

move against him, ignoring the ties that bound them over the years.

Friendship, inlaws..

But when they are reluctant to recognize such bond, why should he be the one to accomodate that?

"If you aren't ready to work, maybe | should consider...." Davis began.

The nervous interruption cswiftly. "It hasn't gotten to that point," the Police Chief said quickly.

"What charges are you pressing, and do you have the evidence?" he asked tentatively.

Though he might accept his charges against Sylas but without any evidence against him, he wouldn't be able to

further it.

"What do you think?" Davis smirked coldly.

"Alright, file in your report, and | will do my best."

"That's fine. After that, my men will hand over a few other persons to you," Davis replied. After a short exchange,

he ended the call.

As he leaned back, the past five days, Elliot had done commendable work. Piece by piece, the ghosts of Sylas's

past had been unearthed and laid bare.

He was certain most of the ghosts in

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And the final blow? Ethan's visit to the station. A cruel but fitting end was Ethan telling him he was finally taking

over the family Sylas had spent years clawing after in vain.

A light knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. The knock was distinct, different from Ethan's.

"Cin," Davis clipped and firm

The door was pushed open, and Luke Norman stepped into the office.

Davis cast him a fleeting glance, and his gaze returned to the documents on the table.

Luke stopped a few feet from Davis's desk. Seeing him stop, he gestured towards the chair before his table.

Luke glanced at him lightly, his lips pursed, the blank expression on Davis's face revealed nothing, gnawing at

Luke's composure. A tangle of emotions stirred in his chest.

He exhaled slowly, and with measured steps, he walked up to the chair, sat down, and placed the files he carried

on the desk.

Just when he expected Davis to ask

him about work, Davis leaned back in

his chair, twirling thedeh \&zifyin his

hand) Hh posture was relaxed, his

expression leisurely, it was an odd

contrast to the gravity Luke expected.

This posture, this smirk, this leisurely expression didn't fit that of a man who wanted to talk business but more

like one who was...

This left him more unsettled. While his thoughts rallied to decipher the reason and purpose, Davis's calm and

steady voice tore through the silence.

"Luke Norman.

Father: Steve Norman.

Mother: Melissa Norman.

Origin: Country Y.

CEO, StevMel Groups.

Profession: Research

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