Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 185: Failed Plot

As soon as Desmond Allen left the Police Chief’s office, the Chief immediately picked up his phone, called Elder Allen, and arranged a meeting.

~~At the Allen Family House~

Elder Allen sat in his study, going through some old documents when a car slowly drove through the main gate and stopped at the entrance.

The butler, already waiting by the door, quickly and quietly welcomed the visitor, ushering the guest inside without saying a word.

The Police Chief Jason with steady steps, followed the butler directly into the private study where Elder Allen sat waiting for him, draped in a thick robe, a cane resting beside him.

He had asked him to come over right away because Desmond would be home in the evening besides he didn’t know he had a close connection with the Police Chief.

Seeing him walk in Elder Allen sharp, piercing eyes flicked up to meet the Police Chief’s.

"You came quicker than I expected, Chief," Elder Allen said, his tone laced with amusement.

Chief Jason gave a respectful bow of his head. "I didn’t want to waste your time, sir. Though, you seem to remain at the background these days, you are still a busy man."

Elder Allen nodded "you are right but then.." he paused and shrugged his shoulders.

"I believe you would be surprised to see me showing up at this time," the Chief said with a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah, but with so many troubles surrounding the Allen Group and the family, I wouldn’t be surprised if you started calling or visiting every minute," Elder Allen replied, and both men chuckled softly.

Even though Elder Allen had stepped back from the family business some time ago, many people who once worked with him still showed him respect and occasionally sought his advice, especially when important matters arose either involving him or others.

Elder Allen smiled, "You are right. So what is going on?" He asked, his brow raised with curiosity.

Jason sighed briefly "Desmond was at the station today."

Elder Allen’s brows furrowed deeply. "What did he want?" He asked while his mind raced through various options that might have taken him to the station.

Jason leaned back slightly"He’s pushing hard to bring forward the court’s declaration of Davis’s death. He wants it finalized immediately."

The word landed like a sledgehammer and the room fell into heavy silence. Elder Allen felt his breathe hitched before it fell again as he let out a long, slow breath, as if a heavy burden had just been placed on his shoulders.

"Already?" he muttered. "I knew he was ambitious... but moving this fast?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"He seems anxious and desperate," Chief Jason said carefully. "But it’s more than that. He’s very confident that Davis isn’t coming back. Almost like he knows something we don’t."

Elder Allen turned his gaze to the fireplace, his voice hollow and distant. "They all want Davis’s position. But Desmond... he has never hidden his desire. That boy’s always had fire in his belly. But if fire isn’t controlled... it burns everything, even itself."

"Did he give you any reason of such anxiousness or probably a y report so far?" Elder Allen asked, hoping it was just a query.

"He said the company is bleeding," Jason smirked, "and he mentioned that you’re not well." He concluded glancing at Elder Allen quietly.

A bitter smile touched Elder Allen’s lips. "He’s quite the schemer. Playing the card of my poor health to snatch the reins again... after all the mess he made in the company."

Chief Jason nodded. He had been a close friend of Elder Allen for many years and knew that Desmond was never meant to inherit control of the Allen Group — for reasons only the old man fully understood.

Elder Allen sighed, closed his eyes briefly momentarily shut out the world to gather his composure again.

Jason hesitated for a moment. "Should I oppose his petition? Delaying it?"

There was a long, thoughtful pause.

"I don’t know if Davis is alive," Elder Allen finally said, his voice low and filled with pain. "Part of me refuses to believe my grandson would just disappear without a word. He’s survived worse in the past. But this silence... it haunts me."

He turned back to Jason, meeting his gaze with strong, unwavering eyes.

"But one thing I know: until I see a body with my own eyes, no one — not Desmond, not the court will declare Davis dead."

Jason nodded firmly. "I’ll file a notice of caution. It’ll raise red flags if Desmond tries to push it further."

Elder Allen tapped his cane on the floor, the sharp sound echoing through the room like a final command. "Good. And keep a close watch on Desmond. Watch for whatever evidence or tricks he might try to use."

After their serious discussion, the two old friends talked about other pressing matters affecting the family and the city. Only after some time did Chief finally leave the Allen estate.

As Jason stood to leave, Elder Allen’s voice stopped him once more. "And if Davis is alive, Jason... bring him home. Before his enemies bury him for good."

Left alone, Elder Allen leaned back in his chair and rubbed his aching temples. His head throbbed with pain and worry.

"How I wish there was a way to reach them..." he muttered to himself.

At the early stage of Davis’s disappearance, he had received an encrypted message saying they were safe, but after that, there had been nothing more. It was as if they had completely vanished into thin air.

"If only there were a way to contact them, to know what they’re planning," Elder Allen thought aloud, his heart heavy with helplessness.

But deep down, he knew — no matter how hard he wished, there was no way for him to find them. He had no choice but to keep their secret and hope for the best.

His gaze darkened as he thought of Desmond. "Desmond... after all these years, you are still determined to take what was never yours. What will you do, boy, the day I reveal the truth about your origin?" Elder Allen murmured to himself, his voice filled with sorrow and hidden anger.

He leaned back, the weight of the secrets and battles to come pressing down harder down on him.