Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 267: You need to return...

Chapter 267: You need to return...

After the detailed discussion with Dr. Stella, Davis carefully noted down every instruction in his phone with firm determination. He wasn’t going to leave anything to chance—not with Jessica’s health and the baby at stake.

As they left the consultation room, Jessica slid her phone back into her pants pocket after checking it. "Bella might be on her way here since I told her I’m at the Ob-gyn," she said, a small smile tugging her lips.

"But you need to sit down for a while," Davis said, his tone serious, his lips forming a light smirk. "You’re not supposed to be standing too long."

Jessica sighed but obeyed, settling on the cozy hospital lounge couch. A fresh bottle of water sat in her hand. Davis, sitting close by in his wheelchair, looked her over again and again, like he still needed proof that she was fine.

Jessica still had Dr. Stella’s words echoing in her mind. It all felt so real now—pregnant, three months along, and no longer something she could ignore. Davis, meanwhile, had taken the role of "guardian of all health laws," as she called him in her thoughts. There was no escaping him now—not when he had sworn to supervise every detail of her routine.

Before she could get too deep into her thoughts, a familiar loud voice rang out across the hallway.

"Sis!"

Jessica looked up just in time to catch Bella rushing toward her. Her white lab coat fluttered as she hurried over, her ID badge swinging wildly on her chest.

"Sis-in-law, what did Dr. Stella say? Have you done the scan? Is the baby okay? Are you okay? What’s going on?" Bella’s words came out in a rush as she threw her arms around Jessica in a hug.

Jessica laughed lightly. "Calm down! The baby’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine."

Davis, who had been sitting quietly the whole time, raised a brow. His own sister hadn’t even acknowledged him. Typical Bella—completely ignoring her brother in favor of fussing over her best friend and now sister-in-law.

Jessica smiled and turned the question back. "How are you, Bella?"

Bella waved her hand. "Let’s not talk about me. You’re the main event today."

Jessica didn’t miss the flicker of sadness that crossed Bella’s face when she avoided the question. She made a mental note to ask about it later.

Bella looked Jessica up and down, scanning her like a patient. After a few seconds, she grinned. "But Sis... you’re glowing. Is it the pregnancy hormones or the relief from finally facing your hospital phobia?"

Jessica chuckled. "Maybe both. But mostly shock. I just found out I’m three months in."

Bella’s eyes grew wide. "Three months? You mean you didn’t know? I should sue you for not telling your medical family!"

Jessica laughed and swatted her gently. "No need for a lawsuit. I’m already feeling guilty enough."

Still, as she sat there with the two of them chatting, Jessica’s mind whispered, What kind of doctor misses her own pregnancy signs for three whole months?

As if sensing her wandering thoughts, Bella’s voice turned serious. "How are you really feeling?"

Jessica leaned back, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. "A little overwhelmed. But... I’ll adjust. I have to."

Bella’s face softened. Then she asked quietly, "Are you still planning to do surgeries or assignments?"

Before Jessica could speak, Davis interrupted calmly, "She’s not taking any more assignments until after the baby is born."

His voice was clear and firm.

Jessica and Bella turned to look at him, eyes slightly wide.

"I’m not trying to be controlling," Davis added, "but I’m just following the doctor’s advice—stress-free living only."

Jessica sighed deeply, already knowing she wouldn’t win this one. Still, in her heart, she knew she’d find a way to sneak in what she needed to do.

While the ladies continued their chat, Davis quietly rolled his wheelchair to a quiet corner of the lounge with a good view of the hospital’s main entrance and waiting area. From there, he could keep an eye on both his wife and his sister.

He pulled out his phone and made a quiet call.

"Hello. Prepare the investment plan. Push for fast implementation."

He paused to listen.

"If it’s not ready, hold off. But I want every traceable document linked to Allen Group’s silent assets before tomorrow morning. We’ll be making some moves."

After ending the call, he took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and turned the chair back toward the lounge.

Just as he was about to roll forward, a strong yet calm voice called out from behind.

"Davis?"

The voice made him pause.

He slowly turned around and saw a tall, distinguished man walking toward him with a slight limp and a cane tapping softly against the floor.

"Davis," the man called again as he drew closer, his face filled with quiet surprise and warmth.

It was Donald Rutherford, one of the oldest and most respected shareholders of the Allen Group—a trusted friend of Davis’s late father and grandfather. Clad in a sharp suit, silver hair combed neatly back, he looked every inch the elder statesman.

Davis’s face softened with a smile. "Mr. Rutherford."

Donald approached, smiling as he offered his hand. "It brings me peace to see you again, son."

They shook hands firmly.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," Davis said respectfully.

"My granddaughter’s here for her own appointment. Life moves fast, doesn’t it?" Donald said with a chuckle, then looked him over again. "But you—you’re the one everyone’s been wondering about."

Davis remained quiet, letting the silence fill the space.

Donald leaned slightly closer. "You’ve been gone too long, Davis. And Desmond... Well, he’s doing more than warming your seat. Though, your accident had been dire but you could still cope if you wish them to."

Davis’s jaw tightened subtly.

"I say this with nothing but care for your family’s legacy," Donald continued. "You need to return. The board respects your name. Your father built that trust. Your grandfather planted it. And you—you carry it."

"I understand and I will work towards that," Davis said softly. "But not everything is in place yet."

Donald nodded slowly. "When you’re ready, I’ll be right behind you. We’ll steady the company together."

Then, with a warm smile, he added, "And congratulations. I presume you might have come here for the same purpose."

Davis looked genuinely surprised and then nodded surprised.

Donald gave him a knowing look. "That’s great and I hope you will cherish their existence. Protect that family, Davis. You’ve been given something precious."

As he turned and walked away, his cane tapping softly on the tiles, Davis watched him go with quiet respect.

In that moment, Davis didn’t just feel like a man recovering from injury. He felt like a man reclaiming his place and his future.