Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: You might lose your wife...

Davis felt his heart thumping hard, but now was not the time to be rash. He took a deep breath and schooled his temper. With someone willing to give him a clear picture of what is actually going.

"Spectrum, what exactly is going on in the Allen family that you mentioned?"

Spectrum sighed and slowly leaned back in his seat. The Allen family had been in turmoil over the past few months. Word had it that there was a quest for a power shift, and ever since the accident involving their grandson, everything had taken a different turn.

He went on to narrate several incidents, including some of Desmond’s suspicious moves.

Davis’s eyes narrowed in thought. "What else is drawing people’s attention?"

At the question, Spectrum gave a small laugh. His face darkened as the thought crossed his mind.

"A prototype... one that has already claimed life," he said coldly, a smile playing bitterly on his lips.

His gaze pierced into the distance, emotions swirling in his eyes. But at this point, Davis wasn’t concerned with reading his expression.

He took a deep breath, his hand clenched by his side at the thought of the old man.

After a while, Davis stood up to leave. His legs felt heavy, his heart burdened with questions.

"Why is Desmond going this far?" he muttered.

As he stepped out of the underground casino, he spotted his subordinate pacing anxiously by the entrance. Davis raised a brow.

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?" the young man asked, looking him over. A second later, his expression shifted in realization.

"You can walk again?" he asked, a tinge of happiness in his voice.

Davis glanced at him, lips curling slightly. "Just recovering," he replied.

The subordinate nodded, genuinely happy for his boss. But after a moment of quiet observation, he arrived at a conclusion—Davis wasn’t making his recovery public yet. The wheelchair was still tucked away in the car trunk.

Davis glanced around. "Let’s go. There’s an urgent matter to attend to."

Once inside the car, Davis pulled out his phone and began typing rapidly, sending a flurry of instructions to Ethan.

"Go to the hospital," he muttered with a smirk, fingers still flying over the screen.

After a while, his phone rang. A rare smile crept across his face as he slid his thumb over the green button to answer.

He cast a subtle glance at the time on the phone screen and sighed deeply.

"What?" he asked, his tone gentle.

"Can’t sleep," came the short reply.

Davis sighed. He had expected that.

"Babe, you have to try. Remember, you can’t afford to be stressed right now," he coaxed softly.

"I tried but it’s not working." She mumbled , a tinge of frustration in her voice.

They chatted for a little while longer, and then the call ended. Davis sighed. Just handle this last task and return home speedily.

Davis leaned his head back against the soft headrest, his thoughts swirling in the quiet hum of the car.

~At the hospital~

The hospital hallway was quiet, the fluorescent lights humming softly as midnight approached. The scent of antiseptic lingered like a ghost.

The usually heavily guarded private ward had only a few security personnel stationed nearby, making it appear unguarded to the untrained eye.

Suddenly, the security camera in the hallway blinked twice, then went dark.

A lone nurse in soft-soled shoes entered through the west stairwell, pushing a medicine cart. Her footsteps echoed through the corridor as she headed toward the room.

Her badge read Mercy, but her face was unfamiliar. Her expression was calm and collected.

With a soft push, she opened the door to the ward and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit. On the bed lay a sleeping man, his breathing even, his body well covered by the duvet. The room was warm, comfortably conditioned.

The woman approached the bedside. She didn’t bother turning on the lights. Instead, she glanced around the room with a sigh slipping from her lips.

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