Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 249: Do you want to save them?

By the end of the launch, the situation of the Watts family was already on tenterhooks.

Rather than gaining investors and mouth-watering business deals they had eagerly anticipated, they had watched in dismay as lost the ones they had.

Yet this wasn’t the only challenge Tricia now faced; it was far more dire than that. The post-launch aftermath had seen the family trending relentlessly on hot search lists, with articles relentlessly undermining the group’s credibility and integrity.

Tricia hadn’t expected to fail in her calculations—it felt as though the whole world was against her. With the way things were going, it was no secret that an unseen hand had directed the situation.

She felt her frustration bubbling over. Elder Watts walked into the sitting room, his expression grim. "You shouldn’t be sulking here but rather finding ways to remedy this situation. Otherwise, this will be the final blow that will wipe the company off the chart—forever."

Tricia felt fear riddling her heart. She didn’t want to accept such defeat. She hadn’t made Davis and his wife pay the price for her humiliation.

Daniel had scorned her inability—maybe he also had a hand in this. Or was he right when he said she had crossed the wrong person?

Tricia paced continuously across her room, her thoughts swirling with frustration. "I’m quite sure Davis is the owner of that company. And if there’s anyone else I might have offended—who could that be?" she mused.

As though struck by an epiphany, her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "It can’t be possible. She can’t do this. She can’t fight me this way. I have no enmity with her."

Her frustration mounted as she struggled to recall her conversations with her at the launch. While she was still in a frenzy over her discovery, she received an unexpected notification on her phone—a live broadcast.

"Watts Group investigated by authorities and found guilty of producing substandard products that just claimed the life of a Noverian citizen."

Tricia felt her world crumbling down. The ground beneath her shook; her breath hitched.

"Watts family members sold off shares earlier—seems they expected this."

"The fall of the Watts family—who is responsible?"

"Who did the Watts Group offend?"

"Watts Group loses over 4.1 million dollars overnight."

The headlines continuously rolled out, each more terrible than the last. Tricia’s trembling hand flew to her mouth to muffle her cries, her breath shaky.

Her door was pushed open—the furious Charles Watts, her father, entered. "Tricia, what on earth did you do?"

"Daniel mentioned you offended someone. What happened? The company’s been shut down—it’s clearly man-made! Now tell me, who did you offend?" he screamed, his hand running through his hair.

Tricia felt herself at a crossroads. She couldn’t explain clearly that she had caused this problem because of her obsession and revenge path.

While Charles paced the room furiously, Daniel stepped in, his frame leaning on the wall, a cold smirk on his face. "Sister, have you finally accepted that you offended someone?"

Tricia hurried over to him, holding his hand, her gaze pleading as tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t let the company go. How would the Watts family walk the streets in Noveria if they lost everything today?

"Brother, you can do something about this, right? Please, save the family business. It can’t crumble. It can’t turn to ash."

Daniel, seeing the rude and heartless sister of his pleading for the family business, sighed. "Seems everyone has their own day."

"Sister, I can’t help you. I tried to warn you when the first move was made, but you refused. I wanted you to pause the launch and make peace. But you were too anxious to make Davis pay—without considering who’s backing him and how deadly he can be when he wants to."

Tricia’s mouth trembled, her eyes widening with fear. This wasn’t part of the bargain. "How... how did you know?"

Listening to their conversation, Charles Watts lost his temper and slapped Tricia hard across the cheek. It was unbelievable that she had dragged everyone down with her quest for revenge.

"Daniel, you have to do something. Your grandfather isn’t in good shape—he can’t take the heat of this news," Charles stated.

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~Davis Bungalow~

Jessica was seated in the living room, a glass of juice at her side, while she added finishing touches to her designs for Fashion Week. With just one month to go, there was still so much to be done.

Her gratefulness swirled toward Richard, who had worked round the clock, taking away the burden from her.

"I think I’ll merge some of my subsidiaries with Allen Group once everything settles down—to relieve him of some burden," she thought.

Deborah entered the living room. "Madam, you have a guest coming to see you," she reported. Jessica’s hand paused lightly, then continued her design. "Who is it?"

"The Watts family," she answered carefully, her gaze lingering on Jessica’s face as flickers of emotion crossed it.

The emotions didn’t escape Jessica’s eyes. "Do you have any relationship with them?"

"Not exactly, but to some extent," she stammered.

Jessica rubbed her brow. She sometimes didn’t understand why Deborah was always scared of her, even when she always accorded her deep respect as an elder and a mother.

"I read in the news that they’re going bankrupt and... and..."

"Do you want to save them?" Jessica asked clearly. If she wanted to, it wasn’t impossible. Besides, she was in this town for business—not to make enemies.

"Not actually saving them, because I don’t intend to save them. But... my son?" she muttered, lowering her eyes to avert her gaze.

"You have a son? With the Watts family?" Jessica asked, her eyes widening. Deborah bobbed her head in affirmation. It had come to this stage—what was there to hide?

She had come to love this madam of hers, but she had to seek her help to save her son from the crumbling family.

"Do you know what they did—or who they offended?" Jessica asked.

"No. It was said they were producing substandard products, which were detrimental to health," she analyzed based on the news she heard.

Jessica smiled lightly. She didn’t even know why the family was falling, but a mother’s instinct had prompted Deborah to seek protection for her son.

"Did he come alone?" she asked.

"All right. Bring him in. Let me know what he wants and what he can do," she replied.

Deborah couldn’t really express her relief. She lunged forward, hugging Jessica tightly before stepping back.

"Thank you. I’m happy," Deborah said, bowing deeply.