Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: When the truth comes out...

After ensuring Lady Matilda was settled and comfortably attended to, Jessica let out a quiet breath, gently pulling the door shut behind her.

The hospital hallway felt unusually long, the fluorescent lights above casting a pale sheen over her weary frame. Her steps were soft, as she walked with a lingering heaviness. Today had been one hell of a day.

She glanced down at her arm, a dull throb radiating from the bruise that had begun to bloom beneath her skin. The impact from cushioning the old woman was catching up with her. She rolled her shoulder and winced slightly. I need to treat this, she told herself. If Davis sees it... he might lose it.

She could already picture his intense eyes narrowing in worry—or worse, frustration. He was observant. Hiding anything from him was nearly impossible.

Still, she didn’t regret a thing. She’d acted on instinct, and she’d do it again.

Returning to her office, she tossed her backpack onto the chair and pulled on her pristine white coat. The transition from emotional turmoil to professional composure was almost seamless and then she strode out of her office.

Jessica walked through the corridors with her usual grace, doctors and nurses greeting her with nods and hushed admiration. She changed into her surgical scrubs, scrubbed in, and prepped alongside her team.

"Dr. Sica," one of her assistants said, handing her a report, "The patient is stable. Anesthesia is ready. The team is standing by."

"Good," she replied. Her voice held no hesitation. "Let’s begin."She said.

The doors to the theatre slid shut with a quiet click and at the same time the light came on.

As the surgery began, her hands moved with precise, graceful ease—her mind focused, her heart steady. But the staff working with her felt something different about her but none could place their finger on.

~Hospital ward~

Lady Matilda sat upright in bed, her hand tightly clutching a phone against her ear. Her eyes were fixed on the loose strand of hair she had delicately placed on a tissue beside her—evidence. Her voice trembled with both urgency and conviction.

"You have to believe me. She’s Nora’s daughter," she whispered fiercely. "The resemblance is uncanny. She’s a mirror—her eyes, her voice... and she’s a doctor."

A pause came from the other end, the male voice laced with hesitation. "Mom, aren’t you overthinking this? You know replicates aren’t a valid way to prove—"

"She had the necklace," Matilda interrupted, her voice firm, carrying the weight of finality.

There was silence—long and thick. Then came a sharper intake of breath. "The necklace?" the man asked, his voice rising, tinged with disbelief.

"Yes. The exact necklace meant for the Santiagos’. " She said her tone laced with a trace of frustration that he was not believing her.

"Mom..." he began cautiously, clearly grappling with logic and his mother’s passionate claim. "You can’t just jump to conclusions. It might be a coincidence—"

"I never jump to conclusions," Matilda snapped. "That girl... she is connected to Nora. I know it. And I will get to the bottom of this."

She leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with conviction and unwavering determination.

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