Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 412 412: A terrible way of acquiring an inheritance...

Julian's Estate

Night had slowly conquered the day, draping the estate in silence. Julian returned alone, his assistant occupied

with another task.

His shoulders sagged under the weight of exhaustion as he climbed the stairs. Stepping into the study, he

paused, drawing a deep breath as though air itself might restore his strength.

Click.

The chandelier above flickered to life, its soft glow spilling across the room and painting his tired frin pale

light.

With measured steps, Julian moved to the large mahogany table at the centre of the study.

The table bore the marks of his life: several business books neatly stacked to one side, a single portrait of his

mother and sister in the middle, and project files carefully arranged on the opposite end.

A reading lamp close to the frame's portrait, at the centre was a few other files waiting for him.

He pulled out the chair and settled down, burying himself into a sea of files Maxwell had gathered for him.

Slowly, he opened them, studying them one by one. There were details of the prominent doctors they could lay

their hands on in Country Y.

Page after page revealed their credentials, their successes, their failures.

He needed someone exceptional, a doctor capable of handling Jessica's treatment. Yet the deeper he read, the

heavier his disappointment grew. None of them were good enough.

He rubbed his brow frustratingly. He had already asked one of the Anderson special team of doctors to come

over.

At any cost, he wished she could wake up. His father was already getting the wrong idea. With a deep sigh, he

stood up, filling a glass of wine for himself, he strolled over to the balcony of the study.

Standing quietly outside the balcony, he let the soft gentle breeze of the night wrap him in tenderness as his

thoughts drifted to his conversation with his father the day after the accident.

Seeing Josh's call that day wasn't surprising, but what was surprising was his statement.

"Julian, your sister seems to be in danger." He stated, shocking the hell out Julian who felt his breath hitch.

He had thought someone might have told him about it, but what he said next left him stumped.

"I might not know this feeling in the past," he said, "but then it was that sfeeling | had the day I lost her and

now, | am quite certain your sister is in danger."

Julian wanted to explain, to say he was overthinking, to tell him it was well, to say it was all his imagination, but

then the instinct of the Anderson had never been wrong.

"Julian, you don't have to hide it because | know, but | just hope you will tellthe truth...is she still breathing,"

his voice cracked with emotion.

Julian knew he couldn't hide it for long. With nothing more to do about it, he had told him the truth of her being

in an accident, but he kept away the details.

From then on, Josh had been a shadow of himself. He didn't want to think of it as ill luck but had cto believe

fate didn't want to give him a chance of meeting her.

The steady vibration of his phone broke his thought. Rubbing his throbbing temple, he pulled out the phone from

his pocket, but his hand paused at the nflashing on the screen.

"Dad."

With a deep exhale, he picked it up. "Hello," he breathed, his voice hoarse.

"Julian, are you in a meeting?" Josh asked steadily.

"No. Are you okay?" Julian asked. He had thought about calling him after his arrangement, but who would have

thought he would call first.

"Julian, what exactly is going on with your sister?" He asked, his voice deep with worry and exhaustion.

"You dreamt of Mom again?" Julian asked tentatively.

Over the years, Josh had never mentioned seeing Nora in his dreams, but since the accident it was as though she

had cback to life...always in his dreams...always in his thoughts.

"Dad, you worry yourself so much...Can you just be calm?" Julian tried to explain.

"Julian, I am coming over to Country Y tomorrow. Arrange someone to pickup from the airport, and you can

go about your business."

"But Dad?" Julian tried to persuade, but Josh's voice stopped him mid-speech. "I lost once and this t| am not

going to lose her."

Julian's hand stilled, the agony and regret in his voice left him with no words to dissuade the man who had lost

so much.

Over the years, Josh had not just lost a lover but his heart, happiness, and even half of his life span.

It can only be said he was living just with the hope of finding the lost daughter and the presence of his son.

"Alright. | will arrange it." Julian answered.

With the call ending, Julian dialed Davis's number, but it wasn't going through.

Having gotten acquainted with Elder Allen, he decided to drop the message to him. "My father will be coming

over tomorrow to find his daughter. | hope your family can understand?"

Given a choice, Julian would have let Davis handle this matter his way while he helped from the sidelines, but

with his father's visit, he is afraid a few issues might arise.

The more reason he had to inform Davis and the Allen Group.

~Later at Davis estate~

Davis and Ethan returned to the estate in the early hours of the morning. With slow, measured steps he took the

staircase, headed for the study.

His arm was roughly bandaged to stop excessive blood loss, had dyed red again, and at that moment, all he

wanted was to return to the study, peel off the bandage, and have it treated properly.

"It really hurts like hell," he muttered with gritted teeth. He only hoped the weapon wasn't poisoned. As much as

he knew Victor, he had long wanted him out of the face of the earth.

With the clear notice of him placing the challenge, he might have gone an extra mile to prepare for him...and

this didn't exclude using a poisoned weapon.

Behind him, Ethan trailed in silence, yet his mind swirled with questions.

Inside the study, Ethan hurriedly brought out the first aid box while Davis sat on the couch, his eyes narrowed.

Slowly, the bandage was unwrapped and Ethan had his breath hitch. With the injury now in full view, he noticed

how deep the cut was.

"Sir, you might..." he began to say.

Davis shook his head lightly. "There's not any reason to," he said flatly.

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was a priority.

Seeing Ethan railed up because of his cut, Davis' gaze softened at his nagging. He had always been the younger

brother he never had.

"Ethan, are you still taking the Allen nafter your origin has been found?" he asked with a measured voice.

Ethan snapped his head to meet his gaze while his hand paused briefly. "Why ask?"

"Just thinking, you have always been a younger brother that | never had," Davis answered swiftly without

mincing words.

He leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes while Ethan attended to his wound. Ethan shook his head with

resignation.

Now that he mentioned it, it made him think. He had always felt the Louis nforeign since the discovery, but

at the moment that was not really what worried him.

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had been settled or the fact that someday he might lose Ethan.

"You have no wrong to atone for. With Sylas and Vera facing the court in a few days and the Louis group already

dismantled, you are only rebuilding from scratch."

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"Ethan, congratulations on your new office," Davis said with a trace of softness and warmth that only stemmed

from a man who was proud of his junior brother.

Ethan chuckled lightly. He wasn't a person who wanted much to work his butt off; what he ever wanted was

respect, understanding, and to be treated more humanely.

This role Davis had fulfilled all. Though he might have a few brooding features that deterred others, yet he was

warm.

"Done," he muttered as he stowed away the box, gathering the few bloody wool trays to have them incinerated.

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