The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 144

Rosalie kept deathly silent as if she were immersed in her own world. It wasn’t until the doctor attempted to extract the album from her that she suddenly returned to her senses and gripped it tightly with both hands. “Don’t!”

“The doctor won’t be taking it away. He only wants to inspect the wound on your hand, Jonathan uttered softly. “Rosie, hand it to me and let the doctor thoroughly check the wound on your hand. All right?”

His voice successfully caught her attention, and she fixed her eyes on him. “J-Jon,” she mumbled.

Tm right here. Tell me, what happened?”

Her lips trembled, and the tears she held back began pouring down her face again. “The photo album containing photos of me and my mother was burnt.” she choked.

It looked like more tears poured down her face every time her thick, curly lashes trembled.

Jonathan was shocked. “So this charred booklet is Rosalie and her mother’s photo album?”

It was clear enough to Jonathan how important her mother was to her during the time he and Rosalie lived together.,

The doctor took advantage of the opportunity to inspect Rosalie’s hands. He immediately began treating the burns, cleaning and bandaging them up after taking a look at them.

The bruise on the back of her hand hadn’t recovered yet and was now exacerbated. Her fingertips were all wrapped with

gauze.

Rosalie was mute throughout the process as if she couldn’t feel the pain. This made others feel even more sympathetic toward her.

Jonathan reached for his handkerchief and used it to wipe the tears on Rosalie’s face. “Don’t cry…”

He was at a loss when faced with her tears and state of distress. While he was all-powerful in Strico, he could do nothing about Rosalie and her mother’s photo album. He couldn’t recover it, no matter the amount of wealth he possessed.

The only thing he was capable of at the moment was wiping her tears.

scald wounds, they aren’t too severe. All she needs to do is avoid contact with water and apply medicine once daily,”

any

just surface wounds. The nerves and muscles

couldn’t help frowning.

insisted on holding the half-charred photo album in her arms again as soon as her hand was bandaged

lips. He lifted Rosalie again, strode out of the emergency room, and returned to the

to remove them for you

but her eyes seemed to recover lucidity gradually. After a while, she apologized, Tm sorry for losing self-control

past while she was

much that my mind became muddled?” Rosalie questioned internally.

sorry for. You are always allowed to

tears she’d held back began

you really feel like crying, let it all out, Rosie.

key that unlocked

all out.

restrain her emotions anymore and finally burst out

last cried her heart out? Despite how desperately she cried and how much she shed, they’d all been useless, as she only had herself to rely on. Tears were nothing

Rosie, it brought to mind her mother and her younger brother, who was already fully formed in the former’s belly, who never had the chance to call her

and my little brother had not passed on

startled by Rosalie’s bawling. While

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she wept silently while biting her lip, he was

a

face unceasingly. He felt as if his blood and every single nerve had

helplessness in his life. Not when his mother abandoned him and his father, nor when his father froze to

came close to the