Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Flowers...

The Dean looked at her sharply, as though weighing her resolve. "Are you sure about this? Once you take responsibility, everything..."

Jessica nodded. "I will sign," she repeated firmly. Quickly, she scribbled her signature on the paper.

The Dean’s eyes softened. He glanced down at the form before muttering, "We aren’t certain the child will survive... but I’ll do everything I can."

Jessica’s lips curved into a brave smile. "Dean, I trust you to keep them alive."

For a brief moment, his hand faltered over the pen, then he gave a firm nod and turned back inside.

The doors swung closed, leaving Jessica and Davis alone in the quiet corridor.

"Do you think they will be fine?" Jessica asked, with trepidation raging in her heart.

"I believe they will, but we can only wait to find out," Davis murmured.

A few hours later, Linda was wheeled out of the theatre, her body pale due to loss of blood. Her baby referred to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

With no one around in her name, Jessica had handled every procedure required, ensuring they were well attended to.

Before they left the hospital, she had a nurse hired to watch over her for the night.

By the time they both returned, the night was already far spent.

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One week later

The prelaunch advertisement of the Allen Group dominated every billboard across Country Y.

News headlines, television stations, and social media platforms buzzed endlessly about it.

For every citizen, it was an epoch-making event: the unveiling of a prototype designed to transform daily life.

For Davis, it was more than just business, it was the fulfilment of a dream that had cost him years of toil and sacrifice.

Accomplishment of a project which had taken so many lives from him... but taking a glance back, it was worth it.

Following the preparation of this launch, Davis’ schedule over the past few days had been tight. Leaving early and returning late. For Jessica, her schedule was no different from Davis.

With a tight schedule of meeting up a design order of a wedding gown slated for less than two months, as well as several outstanding orders, she had no time to lounge at home.

Like every other day in the last few days, Jessica had arrived at her office earlier than any of her staff.

Since Richard had taken a long trip to oversee several other projects in the subsidiary, the main branch was left in her care to handle.

Seated in her office, a spacious room with state-of-the-art upholstery and sophisticated design which could only be found in the world of a renowned designer like hers.

A tall bookshelf lined the wall, a couch seated beside a floor-to-ceiling window, fresh plucked flowers neatly arranged in a flower vase giving the space a touch of nature.

At the far end of her right hand were three mannequins and a mini design room in case she had an urgent order to attend to.

To put simply, the entire last floor of Angel’s Wear had just three offices, hers, Richard’s and their secretaries.

On her desk, several project files spread across her table, seeking her attention. A light tap at the door disrupted her work.

"Come in," she clipped, retracting her gaze back to the work at hand.

The door was pushed open, and her assistant came in. Her hands clasped before her as she constantly glanced back as though something was after her.

With her abnormal behavior, Jessica’s brow furrowed. "What is it?" she asked.

"Ma’am," she stammered, fidgeting. "We... we have a situation outside."

"Situation? Outside?" Jessica probed, her gaze trained on her, daring her to mess up her time and be relieved of her services.

The assistant nodded. "It... it... requires your... attention." She stuttered, her heart racing.

Jessica paused and leaned back on her. "What is the situation? Why does your appearance look as if someone is after you?"

The young lady shook her head in denial. "Maybe... you... should come and... see it," she pressed.

"If you can’t make a simple description of what is going on, maybe you should consider tendering your resignation letter," she threatened.

"No, Ma’am."

"I’m sorry, ma," she hurriedly responded.

"Then speak, I don’t have the whole day to listen to you."

"There’s a delivery van outside, it said you will be the one to sign the receipt."

Jessica’s hand faltered. "Delivery van. I will be the one to sign?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"What about the operations manager? Isn’t he in his office?"

"He is. But the delivery man had already turned him down," she hurriedly explained.

"Turned him down?" Jessica’s voice raised a few decibels in surprise.

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