Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Visiting the Allen family.

Jessica can’t lose her life without saving the Brown family from ruin," he muttered, his voice dark with resolve.

He left the room and headed straight to his bedroom to get himself ready for the trip to the Allen family.

~At the Allen family~

Elder Allen had remained in his bedroom since morning, not even stepping out for breakfast.

After the message last night, he had felt a sense of relief, but to protect Davis, he had to continue feigning his frailty.

As Alfred descended the grand staircase, Desmond approached him, his expression painted with concern—though deep inside, he was gloating.

"What about my father?" Desmond asked, his voice carrying just the right amount of worry.

Alfred, who had served Elder Allen for decades, knew better than to be deceived. What the Allen family never truly realized was that he wasn’t just a butler but a specially assigned guard. He had witnessed all the family’s internal drama firsthand.

The butler let out a deep sigh. "The Old Man hasn’t been in good condition since last night, and as of now, he hasn’t eaten anything."

Desmond’s gaze flickered toward the stairs leading to his father’s room before he returned his attention to Alfred. "What about his medication?" he probed.

"With how weak he is, he couldn’t handle any additional medication," Alfred replied, his voice carefully neutral.

Desmond gave a small nod before turning toward Elder Allen’s room. His steps were deliberate, his mind already calculative.

Slowly, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door, bracing himself for whatever lay ahead. A muffled response came through the door—a signal to enter.

With a slow exhale, Desmond twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.

Elder Allen lay on the bed, his frail hand resting on the sheets, his breathing shallow. Noticing Desmond’s presence, he slowly opened his eyes, a tired gaze settling on his son.

"Desmond, any news about their whereabouts?" he asked, his voice weak.

Desmond’s face was grim as he approached the bedside. "Dad, you haven’t had breakfast?" he asked, concern laced in his tone.

"I don’t have any appetite left for breakfast," Elder Allen murmured.

"Father, you need to eat something so you can take your medication," Desmond insisted.

"I know," the old man sighed. "I will eat after I get some rest."

Desmond hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I’m heading to the police station. It’s been over 24 hours since their disappearance. I need to file a report and officially declare them missing."

Elder Allen’s gaze sharpened as he studied Desmond carefully. "Isn’t there anything you can do to search for them?" he asked, his piercing stare never wavering.

Desmond shook his head. "The police are the best option at this point," he said firmly.

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