Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: When did you find out?

Elder Allen walked toward his study in silence leaving behind the chaotic sitting room.

It had been one long hectic day, a simple family reunion dinner ended with so many cases — not even a case of love but scheming and plotting, it is really tiring.

He sighed rubbing his temple, his head aching, as his walking stick rattled on the staircase.

In the sitting room, there is a shift in the atmosphere —Aaron reluctantly took Vera to the hospital for proper diagnosis and treatment.

The family members from the second branch left one after another. Desmond glared at Jessica coldly before he stormed out of the sitting room plunging the room into silence.

Jessica sighed in relief but then she felt Davis complicated gaze resting on her. His expression was calm and contemplative.

The heavy silence in the sitting room lingered, broken only by the distant voices s of departing family members. She could still feel the cold resentment in Desmond’s glare before he left. " It was expected but his frustration was only just beginning." She mused.

Ethan had gone to retrieve the cup she instructed him to keep for further investigation, leaving only the two of them in the dimly lit room. Davis leaned back in his wheelchair, his sharp eyes never leaving her face.

"When did you find out?" Davis queried, his tone slow and calm barely perceptible.

"Find out what?" Jessica asked her brow furrowing in confusion as she glanced at him lightly. He kept silent for a while as he adjusted uncomfortably on the chair, his fingers crossed.

"The drink been drugged?" He muttered, his tone helpless.

He didn’t want to start imagining how things might have spiraled out of control if she did not discover the trick... He had always known that this trip may not end well but never in his wildest dream did he think of the use of drugs and not from Vera.

Davis now believed he had never truly known her because the sweet innocent lady he dated for the past ten years cannot hurt a fly... why the use of drugs?

He had thought she was been petty when she bumped into Jessica’s shoulder but that was all.

"What has changed?" What has transpired since his accident that he is not aware of?" Davis mused.

The tension between them was thick, but it wasn’t hostile—just expectant.

Jessica exhaled softly, folding her arms. "I had my suspicions the moment Vera personally handed me the orange juice," she admitted, her tone unwavering.

"Doesn’t that mean you have been suspecting her or possibly bearing a grudge?" he asked his eyes searching every expression her face displayed.

"No, I am a very sensitive person. I noticed she was too eager, too friendly for someone who had suffered a loss earlier, should I be thinking she is Mother Theresa. And then, when I suggested switching drinks, she hesitated a little. That confirmed it." She explained seriously.

It’s not she bearing a grudge but Vera not knowing her limits. She picked the wrong battle and ended up with its karma.

"But you have already taken a sip of the drink then?" He queried seriously, it still baffles him, how she was able to manipulate the situation.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify