Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: We have an emergency...

With Lady Matilda stepping out of the hospital lobby, Julian stood rooted watching as Donald helped her into the car, before long the car zoomed off.

His gaze still trained towards the direction the car left, emotions swarmed through his heart just as thoughts coursed through his mind.

"Julian," Josh called, his voice piercing through his thoughts. Slowly, Julian retracted his gaze. "Are you through with meeting?"

Julian sighed. "Yes, how is my sister?" he asked, his voice flat and low.

Josh felt the Julian before him now was a bit off. His heart clenched, his thoughts brimmed with questions.

What had he discussed with Lady Matilda before his arrival?

Why had he suddenly turned cold?

"Julian, are you okay?" he asked with unsteady breath.

Julian nodded. But then he couldn’t help the bitterness swelling in his heart. And some of the questions coursing through his mind, "Dad," he called tentatively.

Josh had an ill feeling about his call but with everything already crashing down, he braced himself for whatever it is.

"Yes," Josh answered.

"After the Anderson family suppression of the Santiago market capital, then you broke off the engagement, did you take any step to keep things afloat?"

Josh stared at him without offering any response.

Julian called again. "Dad, did you understand what I mean?"

Josh kept silent. Julian stared at him for a bit longer. From his father’s silence, Julian understood his answer. He never did.

Now that he thought about it, when he tried to investigate his mother’s family, it seemed to have been blocked.

When he probed his father, he asked him to leave the matter at that because the matriarch had a hand in it.

His father had only said, "Your mother’s family name is Santiagos."

Julian looked at his father briefly, his gaze narrowing. It seems Lady Matilda is right, this score had to be settled.

One cannot always be a coward just because of an inheritance he could build for himself with his skill and knowledge.

Josh swallowed hard. "Julian, can we discuss this later? I mean your sister’s health should be paramount now?"

"Why not meet with Davis to discuss?" Julian asked.

Josh exhaled deeply. "Julian, Davis refused."

Julian smiled lightly. "If he refused then let it be, my sister is already taking her treatment."

"I know she is already, but we can still take her back since she hasn’t woken up."

Julian nodded. "Dad, you are right, but I advise you let my sister remain in this hospital, besides she is already married."

"Married, I know but..." Josh started, but Julian’s death glare made his words pause.

"Dad, don’t you think you should let this matter be." Julian smirked.

Josh sighed. "Alright."

"Dad, the driver should take you back to my place, I have to see my sister." Julian said and made his way into the elevator.

Josh’s shoulders sagged with fatigue. He felt tired, tired of every mistake and error he had made in the past.

He glanced back at the elevator, but Julian had long disappeared. Josh sighed.

He walked towards the car, the driver stepped out and opened the door for him.

Josh boarded the car and left the premises.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Davis was ready to leave the hospital when Julian walked up to him. After exchanging pleasantries, they walked over to the waiting room.

They settled down. "I hope you are not offended with my father’s words?" Julian asked.

"Not in any way, his worries are right," Davis replied.

Six days later, the hospital halls echoed with hushed relief. The twins were finally discharged from the NICU after passing a series of tests and showing stable indicators of health.

Davis and Deborah carried them gently, wrapped snugly in white blankets, their tiny hands wriggling against the soft fabric.

From the NICU, they made their way to the ICU. Though the children were scheduled to be sent home with Deborah, Davis had insisted they first visit their mother.

For convenience, he had employed another elderly caretaker to assist Deborah in tending to the newborns, yet no amount of help eased the weight in his chest.

Standing outside the ICU ward, Davis held the children...his son cradled in his right arm, his daughter nestled in his left.

His heart ached with bitterness. He had hoped foolishly perhaps that by the time the twins were discharged, Jessica would be awake, ready to hold them, to smile at them, to whisper their names.

But his hopes had been dashed. Utterly destroyed. Even after consultations with another team of renowned doctors, she remained unresponsive. Weeks had passed, yet her body gave no sign of returning to them.

Davis had never felt so broken. Not even on the day of the accident had despair weighed this heavily on him.

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