Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401: To prepare a wake up gift for Sylas

Davis’ car pulled up at the gates of the estate, his fist clenching on his laps as the familiar sight came into view.

He cast a quick glance at the doorstep, ready to alight, but froze when his eyes narrowed at the scene waiting for him.

Standing with grave, probing gazes were Elder Allen, Deborah, and several members of the household staff.

The sight of them keeping silent, expectant, heavy with questions made his throat tighten.

For a fleeting second he thought of asking the driver to turn the car around and heading back to the hospital, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Running would only delay what he couldn’t escape.

He really couldn’t run from this forever.

Davis rubbed his brow, "It seems I can’t escape this." He muttered to himself.

He exhaled deeply and with a click the car door opened and he stepped down.

To the others, he appeared calm, but inside his chest his heart hammered with dread, each beat echoing the outcome he feared this meeting might bring.

Ethan got out beside him, his gaze flicking between Davis and the group waiting. He felt a pang of pity. Convincing these people would not be easy.

He leaned toward Davis while he shot the Old Man Allen a glance and whispered low, "It seems I have to call the doctor over, in case it turns out bad."

Davis nodded in approval, having his wife in the ICU and his children in the NICU was already a challenge and he wouldn’t want another emergency and ICU.

Slowly, he dragged his footsteps towards them like a young child who had failed the instruction of his parents and was now tasked with accepting the punishment.

"Grandpa, Deborah," he greeted.

"You’re back," they clipped unanimously.

Davis nodded lightly and just as his lips parted to speak further, he saw Elliot step out of the house meeting him at the doorstep just like others.

"Davis," Elder Allen called slowly but Davis immediately cut him short before he could say further. "Grandpa, let’s go in first and talk."

"Do we still have to go in? It might not be on the news that it was Allen’s daughter-in-law but not seeing her back yet and not back with you has given a clear answer." He said, his voice cracking.

The pains of years past came flooding back. Years ago he had lost his son and wife. Two years ago he nearly lost Davis but with Providence and luck he was able to live, he turned into a monster of himself.

Now, he was cured by her and like others she had been forced to the edge of the cliff, left to die in the hospital.

His shoulders trembled both with rage and hurt. He had thought about it for a few hours now. "Does that mean, the Allens will always be the enemy’s playground?"

"Grandpa, you take it easy. She will be fine." He said more to himself as though it was a silent prayer, as though it was an earnest wish.

"Will she be fine?" Elder Allen murmured.

"Wouldn’t it end up like her mother who died because of her friend and the Allen family?"

How will I be able to repay such a blood debt?

How can I face her mother, when I’ve failed the daughter as well?"

The more he thought about it, the more unstable he became. His breath came in gasps.

Davis exchanged a quick glance with Ethan. If he should be allowed to continue, the possibility of reviving him this time might be more difficult.

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