Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 210: Can he be this righteous?

~Hospital~

Following Davis instructions as suggested by his wife, proper arrangements were made at the hospital concerning Elder Allen security and protection.

It can be said that was the first job his revived security team took on. With Jessica’s aid since he couldn’t come forward, Elder Allen’s ward was changed to another while the security details had also been significantly increased.

Strategically stationed, they remained hidden from outsiders with only a few guards posted visibly at the door; the rest blended in by taking positions near neighboring private wards, pretending to be relatives of patients.

Their primary job seemed to be limiting access to the old man’s room while maintaining constant vigilance over everyone’s move towards the Old man to avoid any mishap.

On that note, entry was now strictly restricted to four people: Alfred, Linda, an assigned doctor, and one nurse. Everyone else, no matter their rank or relation, was denied entry.

Alfred arrived at the hospital at noon to visit the Old man as he always did every day. Usually, he expected a quiet, cold ward. But as he stepped into the hallway, his breath caught in his throat and his face paled.

The ward of the Old man stood ajar as though no one had ever lived there, he walked slowly toward the ward, his heart galloping in trepidation of any outcome

Much to his guess, there is no one in the ward. Alfred felt his heart lurch with fear. He spurned on his heel to head toward the report center but bumped into an elderly lady who seems to have been the one in charge of the cleaning of the ward.

Seeing his flustered expression, she smiled lightly "Looking for the Old Man?" She asked concisely. Alfred glanced at her smiling face. "You have an idea?" He asked.

The woman nodded "he was relocated to another ward, it was more spacious, comfortable and convenient."She explained. "You can go down the hallway to see for yourself in the next morning. freёnovelkiss.com

Hearing her words, Alfred was stumped as his words that made its way to his lips was swallowed back.

Slowly, he turned around and walked down the hallway and arrived at the next ward but the sight he met made him frown.

The entrance to the ward was flanked by two new guards. Not in standard uniforms—too casual, too strategically positioned. Seeing the security stationed at the door, Alfred’s heart thumped in anxiety.

As Alfred approached the door, a strange sense of unease crept into his heart. His steps slowed. His hands tightened around the small thermos he carried containing the Elder’s meal. His eyes flicked to the guards.

They didn’t move. Just stood there, unmoving, watching silently.

"Who are these people and why are there guards at the door post?" He thought.

He hadn’t seen these guards before and didn’t know any of them. Alfred’s heart pounded as he observed the unfamiliar guards. "Who had deployed these men?"

Alfred swallowed hard. "Is it Desmond? Can he be this righteous?" But that idea didn’t sit right with him. He had served the Allen family long enough to know Desmond’s character—ruthless, calculating, power-hungry. He wouldn’t assign guards to protect the Elder unless he had another motive.

If it were Desmond who deployed them, it could only mean danger. Desmond had never shown such concern before. But if it wasn’t him, then who had sent them?

"What is their real intention toward the Old Man?" he thought, unease gripping him. He considered questioning them, but fear rooted him to the ground.

What if they turned on him? What if Desmond had indeed placed them there to keep others away? The Allen family’s situation was becoming increasingly precarious. Every step had to be taken with caution as one wrong step could mean disaster.

Alfred’s eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, ready to face whatever he finds inside. As he passed them to the ward, he wasn’t stopped rather one nodded subtly and stepped aside.

That surprised him and he glanced at the guard again but his gaze wasn’t even on him anymore. Yet, their behavior wasn’t hostile towards him.

Still unsure, Alfred pushed the door open and walked in.

The room smelled of antiseptics and soft herbs. Elder Allen lay in bed, his skin pale but his eyes clear. Linda sat by his side, adjusting the blanket.

That night, Alfred could barely sleep. Questions kept swirling in his mind like a storm. Who placed the security? What do they want? How long will they be?

The answer came unexpectedly the next day. Alfred arrived at the hospital, walking up the hallway with his usual gentle pace. As he turned the corner to the private ward, voices reached his ears. Loud. Angry. Familiar.

Desmond.

He stood fuming outside the Elder’s door, his face red with rage. Two guards blocked his way, unmoved by his yelling.

"Do you know who I am?" Desmond bellowed, pointing a finger at one of the guards. "How dare you stop me? I am the son of this family!"

The guards remained silent.

"The patient needs to rest," one finally said, his voice calm and professional.

Desmond exploded. He hurled insults, threats, curses—none of which had any effect.

Alfred stood frozen a few feet away, witnessing the entire scene. He didn’t know what to do. If Desmond—someone with so much power in the family—was being denied entry, who then are they taking orders from? Will they even let me in today? He mused.

Yet never stopped in his steps. He had to try his luck, he had to see for himself.

But to his surprise, as he stepped forward hesitantly, the guards looked at him, then stepped aside. One gave him a small nod of acknowledgment, allowing him through.

Alfred was stunned. He blinked in disbelief. "Does that mean... they’re here for us?" he mused.

His heart pounded as he entered the room. Linda looked up and smiled slightly in greeting. Elder Allen seemed more awake than usual.

Inside, he finally summoned the courage to ask the Old Man who had sent the security.

"I don’t really know," the Old Man replied after a pause, shaking his head.

But deep down, he had an inkling. He had expected them—given the dire state of things. Subtly, his eyes shifted to Linda, the supposed caregiver. He wasn’t so sure about her anymore.

After Jessica and Davis disappeared, Linda had quietly taken over his care. But lately, the Old Man had noticed her making discreet phone calls, texting frequently when she thought no one was watching.

"Could she be connected to them? Does she know where they are?"

He pondered silently. But he didn’t ask. He didn’t want to become a burden—not now.