Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: You are doing great...

By the time they returned to the mansion, the sky was painted in shades of orange and golden. The sun was slowly setting, casting long shadows across the driveway. Their car moved gently toward the front of the mansion and rolled to a stop at the entrance. They all sighed deeply in relief.

It had been a long and stressful day, and everyone was tired. The driver stepped out and walked to the trunk to bring out the wheelchair. Davis looked at the chair and sighed deeply. So many thoughts filled his mind. Will I ever stand on my own again? he wondered. How long will I have to keep waiting for someone to help me out of the car?

Slowly, Davis was helped into the wheelchair. Jessica took hold of the handles and gently pushed him into the house.

Once they got to the bedroom, she dropped her bag on the nightstand and slumped onto the bed. Her feet ached, her head throbbed slightly making her brows furrowed. "It must be pain from the tears I shed earlier", She murmured to herself. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her hand slowly massaging her temples in a slow, circular motion, her mind lost in a brief thought. She let out a small laugh, then whispered, "I think I’ve been crying too much lately."

Davis nodded. "That’s true. But not surprising—you’re starting to feel like a human again."

Jessica sat up and glared at him. "Was I not human before?" she asked, her voice filled with annoyance.

Davis chuckled, amused. "Don’t take it personal. I just mean you’ve become more... he paused briefly searching for the proper word ...emotional lately. Now, go take your bath so you can rest."

Jessica sighed and lay back on the bed for a moment. Then suddenly, a name popped into her mind. She sat up quickly, grabbed her bag from the bedside table, and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she saw the name she was looking for—The Dean. Her finger hovered over the number for a few seconds. She knew that if she didn’t call immediately, she might lose the courage to do so.

The phone rang for a few seconds before a male voice came through. "Hello, Dr. Sica," the Dean greeted politely.

"Hello, I’m calling to check on Matilda Santiago. I want to know how she responded to the prescription I sent. Did she have any side effects? It’s important to know which treatment works best for her and suits her body."

The Dean sighed. "It would be better if I send you her reports and the real-time health data. That way, you can see everything for yourself."

Jessica nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. "Alright. Please send them to me." She thanked him and ended the call. She closed her eyes for a while gathering her thoughts while waiting for the message.

A few minutes later, the data came through on her phone. She reviewed the details carefully, made a few corrections, and updated some recommendations. Then she sent the revised notes back to the Dean so he could make the necessary adjustments on the prescriptions.

When she finally set her phone down, she noticed Davis watching her closely. He rested his chin on his hand, his eyes following her every movement.

"What is it?" she asked, confused by his stare.

"I was just thinking..." Davis said with a soft smile, "you look really beautiful when you’re focused on your work."

Jessica felt a blush rising to her cheeks. She looked away quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Well... I should be grateful for your compliment, then," she replied lightly.

Davis smiled. Jessica stood up, stretched, and turned toward him with a serious expression. "Are you ready?" she asked gently.

Davis looked down at his leg, stretched out before him. A long sigh escaped his lips. He had been hearing that same question for a few months. Every time she asked, it reminded him of how far he still had to go. He gave a small shrug in response.

Jessica understood. She had seen that same response many times. "Davis," she said calmly, "you’re doing really well. For someone with your kind of injury, your recovery has been amazing. It’s just the end of the second month, and we’re already testing your leg’s strength. That’s progress and that you cannot deny."

Jessica quickly fetched a towel and gently wiped the sweat from his face. "That’s enough for today," she said softly. "You did really well."

Davis gave a faint smile, his chest still rising and falling from the effort. Though tired, there was a quiet determination in his eyes.

Jessica smiled back at him. "One day at a time," she whispered.

Jessica sat on the bed, folding her legs beneath her. With a focused look, she carefully compared the results from Davis’s last therapy session with the one they had just completed. She looked at every small change, checking if there was any improvement in his strength or response.

As she studied the notes, she made records of a few changes she needed to make to his medication. There were some adjustments she would have to implement before his next session, which was scheduled in two days.

After completing her notes, she got up and helped Davis to the bathroom. There, she had already prepared a warm bath to help relax his stressed and tired legs. The therapy had always been intense, and she knew his muscles would be sore. The warm water would ease the tension and help with blood circulation.

While she moved around, checking the water temperature and gently helping him settle in, Davis watched her quietly. She was so focused, patient and careful.

At that moment, Davis made a silent promise to himself. One day, when he could finally stand on his feet again, he would do something special to thank her.

He didn’t even want to imagine how cold or distant another therapist might have been—even with all the money he had to offer.

But Jessica, she had given him her time, care, and full dedication. And for that, he was deeply grateful.