Chapter 10 Doing him a favour

In the early hours of the morning, Ethan sat on his desk in the guest room, his laptop before him as he studied every piece of information about various top psychologists and doctors in the country who may be able to help Davis regain his confidence and possibly his legs. It is clear to everyone that Vera left Davis, but then she had gone with a crucial part of him. The emotional wound on his heart is so painful that it now hinders him in seeing the good in him and Ethan worried about his deteriorating attitude which is increasing by the day decided to bring it to stop but then it needs a process to achieve the desired result; he had always known Davis as a strong man whocano weather any storm but the situation before him baffles him. He couldn't bear to see him lose his life over things that he can remedy should he sit back and think clearly, but no, Davis has decided to drown himself in alcohol every day, making his health issue more complicated. He had ensured he scared all the maids and helpers in the house away, even the butler wasn't spared. For this reason, Ethan made a decision —Davis needs psychological counseling, and he will make sure to secure one, but then the question is, will Davis agree to attend counseling? He was so engrossed that he didn't notice his phone lying on the bed up light up severally times because it was set in a silent mode. After a while, he stood up to pick up his phone and schedule an appointment for Davis, and the phone lit up again. Looking at the familiar name dancing on the screen, Ethan planned to ignore the call, yet reasoning made him answer the call. As soon as the call connected, the indifferent voice of Desmond Allen filtered through the phone, It seems you don't want to answer the call, but not to worry, I only called to deliver a message", he drawled. "Never knew it was ringing", Ethan clipped, though he had intended to ignore the call. "Your boss's wife is coming home this morning., I have sent the family butler to convey her back, and the Allen family lawyer, Jeffre, will be arriving for them to sign the marriage certificate." Ethan felt his blood boil, "What do you benefit from forcing him into the marriage?" His tone was icy. Desmond laughed over the phone, "You worry yourself so much about Davis marrying a wife. He is already crippled and getting him a wife is to alleviate the burden of him going to search for one. Isn't that good?" His tone was mocking. "Getting a wife for him when you took his fiancée for your son, aren't you contradictory? Ethan asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Ethan, I am doing him a favour as an uncle because the way out of every heartbreak is a new relationship," Desmond smirked and ended the call, not waiting for his response. Ethan stood rooted at the same spot, thinking over and over again on Desmond's words. His opinion struck a chord within him, and he decided to go with the low. Looking at the time, it is some minutes past the hour of si,x, and her arrival should be in three hours ' time. After the incidents at the hospital, Ethan quietly and discreetly did a background check on Risa, who had always been known as the eldest daughter of the Brown family. The result came in briefly, stating her as the pampered daughter of the Brown family. Pacing his room as he studied the report on Risa, he couldn't help but worry if such a pampered lady would be up to the challenge that lay ahead. With a click, the door shut behind him as he made his way to the study. Pushing it open, he entered and found Davis sitting in his wheelchair with his back to the door. The photo frame in his hand as he stared into the distance, his face expressionless and his lips pursed. Ethan walked up to him and took the frame from him, placing it on the top of the shelf. "Give it back", he thundered. Ethan sighed, "Well, your wife from the Brown family is coming in today". As the last syllable left Ethan's lips, Davis threw the glass cup in his hand against the wall, and the shattering sound echoed through the mansion. The maids doing their morning round flinched instinctively. "That's more like it," Ethan muttered. He had long developed immunity to Davis's anger and tantrums. If he had stayed calm without a reaction, it might have worried him more, but then his reaction still shows his sensitivity, which is a good sign. "Be careful, you might scare her away, and then you will die lonely", he said lightly as he moved to the nearest sofa and settled down. "Ethan, the last time I checked, I was still your boss, but these days..." He queried. Ethan scoffed, "Really, but as far as I can remember, my boss died in a car accident". Davis rubbed his brow, his frustration evident. Since his return for the past few weeks, Ethahasad has gradually picked up an irritating way of talking to him. He had tried persuading him, but when it was not yielding results, he stopped persuading him. "So, she comes in and what next?" Davis asked with a glint in his eyes. "Alright, I will break down the steps for you. Jeffrey will come over this morning by 8 for both of you to sign the marriage certificate, and then you both live together as husband and wife." "I don't want to see her." Davis clipped. "Well, you will see her and not just today but maybe all the days of your life. So prepare yourself mentally. These are the results of the background check on her." He dropped a stack of files on his lap, but then he flung them away without care. "Alright, you aren't interested in taking a view? Then I will go with it", he said calmly and strode out of the study to arrange the arrival. At 8 in the morning, the Allen family lawyer, Jeffre, came in, and the butler ushered him to the study where Ethan had argued with Davis until he agreed to sign the papers, but on the condition that he wouldn't meet her and they could only be married on paper. After signing the papers, the lawyer returned to the sitting room to sit down and wait for the bride, who had been confirmed to be on the way, but the sound of the car engine turning off announced her arrival. Jessica alighted from the car with an air of elegance and her steps a confident stride as she made her way up the few stairs at the doorstep. Her face was cold and devoid of emotion. The guard at the door pushed it open and she strode into the brightly lit living room with grace and poise despite donning a plain blue jean and an off white polo. Her oval face radiated a charming allure, her eyes—a striking combination of honey and onyx that twinkled with light as it flickered with mysteries, irresistibly drawing one to explore their depths. Her ebony black wavy curls cascaded down her back loosely held with a clip, forming a stark contrast to her fair skin. Standing at 5'4", her presence was undeniably commanding. Ethan gulped at the sight before him while Jeffrey was curious as they both looked at each other and then the lady before them.