Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 91: Proof of importance

Chapter 91: Proof of importance

As they stepped out of the mansion, a wave of fresh air hit them as if washing away their fatigue.

Jessica continuously glanced back to the direction of the Old man’s window in hope of she will get to see him for the last time.

It had been quite challenging treating him as well as shielding him from the dangers of exposure to the enemy. She would have preferred having him at a close proximity where she can quickly attend to him

"Like I said you don’t have to worry about him, he will be fine. He has been all these years and will still be", Davis said.

These few days of staying at home had given him time to clear some grudge and doubt.

With his current decision he knew he must be more forgiving and magnanimous —more like a fool to unravel the mysteries surrounding the activities in the Allen family.

Jessica nodded lightly at Davis’s words but didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she cast one last look in the direction of Elder Allen’s room, her expression calm and composed.

She had expected the Old man to at least see them off, but maybe his silence was his way of protecting them—keeping his distance so no one would suspect where his loyalties truly lay.

With a faint sigh, she turned back to Davis, her hands tightened slightly on the handles of his wheelchair. "I know he’ll be fine, but I can’t shake the feeling that things will only get more complicated from here," she murmured.

Davis tilted his head slightly, gazing up at her with a knowing look. "Why do you think so? Do you think something will go wrong?" He asked.

After witnessing the incident last night, Davis made a decision to trust her instincts.

Jessica hesitated before nodding. "It’s just a gut feeling. But every step we make, I know is being watched and monitored, I always feel probing gazes on me.

Vera, Desmond... even people we haven’t considered yet. This is might just be the beginning."

Davis let out a low chuckle, though there was no amusement in his tone. "Isn’t it better they watch? It proves you aren’t easy, it shows your importance and I think I’m done being on the sidelines." His voice was firm, resolute.

"You’re right, it proves our importance." She smirked with relief.

She is beginning to feel his companion, a proof she isn’t alone on the journey. A proof he is willing to take to the bright side of life no matter the cost.

"The old Davis let things slip through his fingers. This time, I’ll take control—of my life, my company, and my fate."

Jessica studied his face, taking note of his seriousness and the fire burning in his eyes smiled.

"This was the Davis Allen the world once feared, revered, respected and worshipped. And though he was still bound to a wheelchair, his determination alone was enough to make him a force to be reckoned with.", she mused.

Ethan cleared his throat lightly from the front. "If we don’t leave now, you might actually be late for your first day, Mrs. Allen."

Jessica smirked at the teasing tone in his voice. "Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?"

Davis gave a small nod. "No, we wouldn’t."

With that, Jessica pushed him toward the waiting car. Slowly they boarded the car one after another.

Vera has retired to her room immediately they left the sitting room. She stood at the window watching as Jessica helped Davis into the car then the wheelchair. Her gaze on her cold and piercing.

Jessica felt the intense gaze and strengthened her back throwing a glance at the window where a figure she could make out as Vera stood.

She flashed her a bright challenging smile before she slowly stepped into the car from the other side and the door with a slow automatic motion slid shut.

Vera’s fingers curled tightly around the edge of the curtain as she watched the car pull away from the Allen estate. Jessica’s bright, challenging smile burned in her mind, fueling the simmering rage within her chest.

"Does she think she has won when the battle is just starting," Vera muttered under her breath, her nails digging into her palm. "Did she think she can just waltz into the Allen Group and take everything that should have been mine."

Her breathing was heavy, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. For years, she had been compelled by her family to worked hard and get herself into the Allen family.

She has been cultured to believe that Davis would one day be hers while her marriage brings glory to her family.

She had grown to love him and had gotten accustomed to his tender care. But, in one night, the story changed and she married wrongly.

And in months, Jessica had not only married him but was now stepping into the very company she had spent her whole life preparing for and yet was never given a chance to work in it.

A knock at her door startled her from her thoughts. "Come in," she called, quickly masking her emotions.

A middle-aged maid stepped in hesitantly, bowing her head. "Madam, Elder Allen requests your presence in his study."

Vera’s eyes flickered with curiosity. "Did something happen?" She asked the maid but she shook her head in denial.

Vera sighed lightly. She quickly composed herself smoothing every trace of anger or frustration from her expression before nodding.

"I’ll be there shortly."she replied. The maid curtsied and exited. Vera turned back to the window one last time, her gaze icy. "You won’t have it so easy, Jessica," she murmured to herself.

"Enjoy your little victory while it lasts."

"Davis, I wouldn’t let you cuddling another woman after all these years. I am not reconciled."

With that, she straightened her posture, glanced briefly at the fading sight of the car and with a sharp turn and resolve she left her room, ready to face the old man.