Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 360: What identity did she give me? Davis nodded lightly in acknowledgement of his wishes. Seeing him agree immediately, Elder Allen felt skeptical about the situation.

The Davis he knew knew would not agree to his request so simply; he felt trepidation as he wondered what he was plotting.

The next minute, Davis's voice pierced the silence in the room. "On one condition." Elder Allen's face twisted. He didn't want anyone setting out any conditions for him, but as a caged bird, he had no option but to endure whatever option was thrown at him. "What condition?" "Very simple. You are returning to my house after discharge. Aaron is still at large, and I dread what he might do when no one is close by." A wide smile plastered across Elder Allen's face. "Is that even a condition?" he smirked.

Everyone in the room laughed at his question, but to Davis and Jessica, it was as a heavy load pressing down on their shoulders being lifted.

Whilst on the way to the hospital, they had contemplated the security of the old man and his days, which shouldn't be spent just in the hospital. For Davis, it had been quite heavy to say, but then it was worth it.

"Alright. If you agree, then Bella will handle the discharge procedures," Davis instructed.

Old Man Allen blinked in surprise. "Is that it? Am I being discharged? Are you saying I would no longer spend the night here?" Elder Allen fell short of words to explain how or what he had felt since living in the hospital with a group of cold- faced guards staring at him every second.

At spoint, he had felt abandoned and rejected. Despite Davis visiting him irrespective of his tight schedule, it didn't replace the feeling of home.

"What's there not to agree with?" he asked as his gaze swept across their faces, not willing to be deceived. Seeing him agree to conditions so fast, an amusing smirk played on Davis's face. Who would have thought the strongheaded grandfather, whose authority no one dared defy, had to be so humble? "Alright. Bella, handle the procedures. Let's go home," he instructed.

Seeing Bella going out to handle the procedures, his shoulders sagged with relief.

With Bella gone, Davis retracted his gaze from the shut door. "Grandpa, there's one more question." Elder Allen took a deep breath. It seems that he finally had to make sthings clear at this point. "What is the question?" "Grandpa, what is the vault? What is in the vault? Why do you sound anxious about it falling into others' hands?" Actually, these questions had been Davis's major concern over the years since it cto his knowledge after the accident.

With the questions out of his mouth, he felt a relief course through his veins.

Elder Allen shook his head in resignation, as what would chad already come. But more grateful was that the Davis before him was no longer the money and profit-minded Davis, but a Davis who had experienced pain and betrayal over and over and is more prepared to face life and its challenges.

"Davis, the vault you ask for is in the Allen family estate. In my study, there is a safe box with the key to the vault.

"It contains the life struggles, passions, and dreams of several persons." "The life of your father, mother, her friend who wasn't supposed to die, and that of the lab scientist and technician...

"Both were husband and wife yet lost their life in the course of the experiment and test." His voice cracked with emotion, eyes tinged red and tears glistening in them, his gaze unfocused and his shoulders sagged in defeat.

Davis's brow furrowed as he aligned the result of his finding to Elder Allen's story.

"What was the item so important for lives to be lost?" "An innovation and blueprint of energy storage." "What about the item?" Davis couldn't help asking.

Having experienced the power of greed and its effect on people, he was not surprised people would be killed because of it.

"Locked up in the vault and kept out of the prying sight of people. Over the years, it had attracted several dangerous organisations who had their eyes on it and as a result, the Allen family was under threat of destruction." Jessica, who had been quiet all the while, adjusted her posture slightly on the couch and spoke. "Grandpa, how did my mother get involved in it?" Elder Allen's expression softened.

"I'm sorry the Allen family caused you pain. But Nora... she was an exceptional woman. She started in the Allen Group as an assistant, rose through the ranks through sheer brilliance. Eventually, she beca prominent entrepreneur." He paused, as he recalled the situation at that time.

"At the tthe Brown family was nearing bankruptcy, she stepped in, injecting capital. The leadership was signed over to her. In truth, she bought the Brown Group." "My mother bought over the Brown Group from the Browns?" Jessica was surprised, she knew her mother owns the group but she hadn't thought of it being bought at the point of bankruptcy.

Old Man Allen nodded. "I know you wanted to ask why it still operated with the nof the Brown family. It's simple, she was married to Brown." "Then the case of the experiment?" she queried.

"When she worked as an assistant in the Allen Group, she had handled the blueprint of the experiment." He sighed deeply.

"As a matter of fact, she had been the one that locked the blueprint in the Allen family when she discovered George had connived with several other forces after the death of Alex and her friend." "The key served as a token and was just two. She mentioned leaving one for her daughter, and it is with the grandmother, and the second part remains with the Allen family." Elder Allen took a deep breath, tears threatening to fall.

"In her words, if she wasn't alive to see it cthrough, then her profits and entitlement must be passed to her daughter as long as she can present a proof of her identity." "Proof of identity? How?" Davis and Jessica asked in unison.

"She left behind a document she expected her daughter to present as a proof to claim all her entitlements, e though Necognised you the first instant you visited the Allen family but I was skeptical, and even at this time, I wouldn't want to fail Nora. "I hope you can givethe proof of your identity. Only then will the vault be opened according to her wish and instructions." Jessica's lips trembled, her heart thumping wildly. She was meticulous to keep every document sealed and closed off from other sources. Was she worried that I would suffer? Her tears fell. Davis crossed over to her in a long stride patting her back while she pulled herself together.. Recalling the envelope she had brought back from Bassai village, there is no doubt the proof was there. Her thoughts galloped with questions and contemplation.

"What proof is in there?" "What identity did she give me?" Will she givethe identity of a Santiago, an Anderson, or a Brown?" As far as she could think, without opening that envelope, it seems I will never know my identity.

"Grandpa...," they both called in unison. But Old Man Allen raised his hand, halting them mid-speech. A clear indication he had said enough.

They both exchanged a glance and kept quiet. There were several other questions they wished to ask and so answ many answers they sought to know, but with his reluctance to say further, they kept calm. "Davis, Jessica, without the proof of identity, the vault wouldn't be opened. I mentioned it before because of the precarious situation of that day." "Grandpa, rest assured I will give you the proof tomorrow morning," Jessica stated.