Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398: A secret will never remain a secret...

"To play the final leg?" Julian probed. To some extent, he didn’t actually understand what Davis meant by final leg.

Had there been precedents?

Had there been such an occurrence in the past that he wasn’t yet aware of?

From his investigations, he had gathered only fragments...how Davis Allen’s father, Alex Allen, and his wife had both died in an accident.

But beyond that, the information in his possession amounted to nothing more than the general knowledge already known by the public about the Allen family.

Julian realized he had only traced how his sister had gotten into the family. Perhaps his groundwork hadn’t been as thorough as it should have been.

Davis gave a curt nod. "Yes." His voice was firm, deliberate, "I will take this time to finish what that person started."

"I will take this time to uncover everyone behind every single plot and scheme that has plagued the Allen family," his tone carrying the weight of resolve.

He paused, his gaze hardening. "This has gone on long enough. I have delayed it for too long. Now... I will be settling every outstanding score."

His parents’ deaths.

His own accident.

His mother-in-law’s untimely death. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

And now...someone had the guts of the person to make a move on his wife.

He could not allow the perpetrators to walk the face of the earth while she lay unconscious, barely living, fighting for her life. That would be injustice...not only to her, but to himself.

Perhaps, he had been too soft, too accommodating or was he too weak, but from this moment, he had made his decision and that he will achieve.

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he studied Davis’s expression...his voice tinged with biting coldness, the clenched jaw, the hands curling tightly into fists, and there is no doubt his heart might also be burning with fury.

"Will you be needing any help?" He asked. Though he already had his own plans for the person that was bold enough to lay their filthy hands on his sister, he doesn’t mind lending an extra hand.

"It wouldn’t hurt in the least," he mused.

Davis gave it a brief thought, his eyes softened as they fell on the woman in the ICU. "Not really," he said quietly. "If there’s anything I might need, I won’t be shy to ask."

His wife had been the one hurt, the one left lying unconscious. This was his battle to fight, his debt to collect, otherwise how could he be worthy of facing her when she wakes up.

Julian read the determination etched vividly across Davis’s face and shook his head lightly. There was no doubt...Country Y was about to experience the wrath of a man whose wife had been touched.

"Alright," Julian murmured. "I’ll be waiting."

Davis gave one last glance at the tightly shut door of the ICU, fire burning hotter in his heart. "Julian, I’ll make a move first," he said, turning to leave.

But Julian’s voice halted him.

"Dave," he called, walking up to him. "See your children first. They were untimely forced into this world...and at the moment, you need to acknowledge them."

Davis rubbed his brow, weighing the words, then nodded. "Alright. Lead the way."

Dean Mark, who had been standing a few feet away, exhaled with visible relief and walked ahead, leading Davis toward the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU).

Julian turned to the guards posted outside the ICU. His tone dropped, cold and commanding, so different from the simple man who had just been conversing with Davis. "Aside from the Dean, no other medical personnel goes in."

Like Davis, Julian wanted nothing but vengeance, but he wasn’t about to risk or take any chances of another mishap happening under his nose.

With Dean Mark’s connection to the Anderson family, he can easily hold him responsible and accountable for any wrong than having another person take care of her.

On the way to the NICU, Davis’s fist clenched by his side. This was supposed to be a joyous event, news worth celebrating. Yet, all he felt were conflicting emotions, heavy and grievous. His heart thumping..

The ICU nursery was quiet except for the steady hiss of machines and the rhythmic beeping of monitors. The sound weighed ominously on Davis’s chest. The hallway was brightly lit and quiet.

At the end of the corridor, a nurse at the sanitation station stopped them. After gearing up, she gave Davis a curt nod of approval.

Davis took a deep breath and stepped forward, the frosted glass doors parted softly. The faint glow from within spilled into the hall, warmer than the stark lights outside.

"We’re here," Dean Mark said quietly.

Davis felt his heart lurch at the thought of seeing his children, he wondered how he could face them, when he wasn’t there to keep them from danger.

Dean Mark held the door open and inclined his head. "They’re waiting for you."

For a moment, Davis froze. His breath caught in his chest, he wanted to turn around. He exhaled slowly. Then, with a slow nod, he stepped inside.

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