Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 68: Dedication?

Chapter 68: Dedication?

As the silence stretched, Davis felt his head spinning at the information given to him. He can’t imagine such reality. Jessica’s words continuously echoing in his head "Your nerves were tampered."

"Who could that be?" He asked no one in particular. Jessica sighed and slowly eased into the bed sitting at the edge.

"I don’t think that is what you need to worry about for the time being." She said.

Davis took a deep breath, trying to push back the emotions threatening to overtake him. He had spent so long crippled but his mind never gave him the idea that it might have been a foul play.

Ethan had investigated the cause of the accident but the result didn’t show anything, little did he know that the hospital was the final place of the plot but who. It is a mystery.

"So what are the chances my recovery and how long will it take?" Davis asked in a cold tone filled with determination.

Jessica thought for a while and sighed. "It depends on how dedicated you are to the medication."

"Dedication?"

"Yes, that will determine the speed of your recovery, that is how fast you will recover." Jessica explained.

It is never an easy feat for one who had been crippled for several months to regain active use of the leg, it takes time and some may never regain full use of the leg. It all depends on fate and his determination.

Jessica is hoping that he will be among the lucky one who can make it through.

"Best case scenario?" he asked.

Jessica hesitated briefly as she silently summed her discovery before carefully choosing her words.

"With intensive therapy and strict adherence to treatment... six months to a year."

"A year?" He mused.

Davis leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Compared to spending a lifetime in a wheelchair, one year was nothing.

He didn’t want to imagine how it will feel to be on his legs again or how shocked it will be for the perpetrator to see his plan.

His jaw clenched. "And the worst case?"

Jessica’s gaze turned cold, she did not want to talk about the worst case but it is of essence to weigh two options.

"If your body rejects the treatment or if the damage is deeper than I initially thought... there’s a chance you might never regain full mobility."

Silence stretched between them.

Davis closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened them, determination shining in his gaze.

"Then I’ll do whatever it takes while you do your best."

Jessica smiled, a rare, genuine expression. "Alright. I think we will take it step by step. The medication will commence when we return" She said.

"That’s okay by me", Davis muttered, almost inaudible.

"But I have a condition for me to commence the treatment," she stated with an air of nonchalancy as though she is only informing him.

"What is the condition?" He asked, his gaze resting on her with seriousness.

"My condition is a simple one, no need for you been too serious, nobody in the house not even the butler should be aware of the treatment or therapy." She said, a faint smile on her lips as her eyes glistened with coldness.

"You can make the decision and I will follow it judiciously" he agreed. He already had that thought in him since he was manipulated into a wheelchair, he decided he will lay low to find the truth he seek. But for Jessica to suggest this means she is also suspicious of a spy.

While they discussed the procedure for the treatment and therapy, a faint knock sounded on the door followed by Pamela’s voice "Sister-in-law, are you awake?" She asked.

"Sister-in-law, I brought you some dessert it is a good stuff you will love" her voice filtered through the door. Jessica and Davis exchanged a subtle glance at each other, her brows furrowed.

Jessica didn’t want to take chances with any member of the Allen family. She stood up and slowly walked to the door. She opened the door slightly.

Pamela’s smiling face came in to view, in her hand is a tray with various fruits washed, diced and cut into a beautiful mouth watering arrangement. "Sister-in-law, am sorry to interrupt your rest." She said with a quiet voice, her smile bright as the sun.

Jessica looked her over briefly, and then at the tray in her hand with the wide genuine smile on her face and felt relieved.

"It seems I will have to make one more friend than enemy" she thought and slowly opened the door wider to usher her in.

"Thank you, Pamela.Jessica replied softly, a faint smile crossing her lips. She took the tray from her and turned around.

She entered the room and Pamela stood for a while before she made a prompt decision to follow her in.

Pamela’s face lit up with her usual warmth, her eyes flickering with an almost worried glance at Jessica’s tired but composed expression. "I thought you might need a little of it. It’s nothing fancy, just something to give you energy after all the stress."

"That’s kind of you. I’m sure Davis will appreciate it more than me," she said..

It’s no doubt that Pamela has a motive of bringing her the desert but so far the, it is not yet a harmful trip.

"You can sit", Jessica said ushering her to the single and only couch in the room while she sat down on the bed.

"Pamela, how is your mother doing?" Davis asked staring at her incredulously. Though he had gotten into an accident that titled the balance in his life, he still recalls certain incidents.

"She is doing well and has been coping too" she chimed. Davis sighed, Pamela’s mother Salome has an unforgettable history in the Allen Family.

She had been a maid but one of the sons of the Allen family had forced himself on her resulting the pregnancy of Pamela. As a long standing tradition in the Allen family, their bloodline remains with them. So Salome was made to live in the Allen family but without any identity.

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