Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6 Stubborn as always

~Hospital~

The hospital room was tense, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Elder Allen, a man who rarely showed vulnerability, stood at the foot of Davis's bed, his hands trembling slightly as he clasped them together. His voice, filled with regret, broke the silence.

"Davis, I failed to protect you," Elder Allen began, his gaze fixed on his grandson. "I should have done more ... to shield you from all of this."

Davis, propped up against the pillows, didn't spare his grandfather a glance. His jaw was clenched, his eyes cold and distant as he stared blankly at the wall. This apology is supposed to offer solace and consolation but the reality before him made him smolder with rage and irritation.

Seeing him unresponsive Elder Allen took a hesitant step closer. "You've been through so much. I—"

"That's enough," Davis cut him off sharply, his voice low as he turned his head to finally meet his grandfather's gaze, his face contorted with rage with traces of exhaustion on his brow. a mixture of anger and exhaustion. "No need crying over spilled milk so don't waste your breath,Grandfather. Words won't fix this and you know it as much as I do."

Elder Allen flinched at the bitterness in Davis's tone but said nothing. Before he could gather his thoughts, Davis's voice rang out again, louder this time.

"Get me discharged."

The command was abrupt, catching everyone off guard. Ethan, who had been standing silently in the corner, stepped forward in shock. "Sir, this isn't possible, you are still injured," he protested, his voice laced with worry. "Your legs... they're not yet in a good shape. You need time to recover—"

"Are you saying lying in this hospital bed will miraculously heal me?" Davis snapped, his tone sharp that Ethan flinched. But he continued "Tell me, Ethan. Do you think living in the hospital will heal my legs?"

Ethan hesitated, it is very clear that letting him live in the hospital wouldn't change the status quo of the moment but then he is worried about his condition, he is worried he will deteriorate further, he is worried that he might not have accepted the reality and try taking his life.

He didn't want to imagine the pain that the proud son of heaven will end up in the wheelchair with no use of his legs. It is devastating to say the least. "Sir, it's not just about your legs. Your overall health—"

"I. Don't. Care!" Davis barked, his frustration finally boiling over. "I'm not going to waste another second rotting in this place. Either you get me out of here, or I'll do it myself."

Elder Allen sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging at Davis outburst. Glancing at Ethan, he gave a small nod, silently agreeing to Davis's demand.

Ethan frowned at the decision but knew it is not necessary to argue with him. "Very well, I will get it done in a few minutes," he said before turning on his heel and heading out of the door.

As Ethan left the room, Elder Allen busied himself with gathering the few of Davis's belongings.

The drive from the hospital back to Davis's mansion was depressing and silent, a silence that speaks louder than words. Elder Allen sat rigidly in the seat, occasionally stealing glances at his grandson whose expression remained cold and unreadable. He had been silent no matter what his grandfather had said. But one thing is certain—he would not return to the Allen family estate not now not later.

As the car drove into Davis private mansion, a grand structure standing tall and lonely. The compound was quiet save for the the presence of the maids and the butler who had come out to welcome him home. Their expressions a mix of worry and compassion while the maids are afraid of what might be their fate but then none was able to voice their thought.

As the car came to a halt, Ethan, stepped out of the passenger seat and quickly retrieved the wheelchair from the trunk. Setting it in place, he opened the door and turned to help Davis.

"Sir, let me—" Ethan began, his tone laced with concern.

"I can manage," Davis snapped,but his body responded in contrast; Ethan helped him into the chair.

Henry stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Welcome home, Mr. Allen."

Davis didn't respond. His eyes swept over the mansion, his expression complicated as he recalled memories of his life before the accident. He had left this house as a man with legs and on returning he found himself in a wheelchair— a shadow of himself. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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