The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 875

With that, Rosalie turned to leave, but Calvin strode forward, blocking her path. “Wait! You haven’t disrupted anything. There’s no need to hurry off.”

After a moment’s pause, Calvin said, “Did you come to see Mr. Sabatini about your hands? How is your hands’ condition all these years? Have they still been causing you pain?”

His tone was laced with worry, something that was impossible to conceal.

“I appreciate your concern. Mr. Gunner. However, I’d rather discuss my hands condition with Mr. Sabatini in private, Rosalie said, her words deflecting Calvin’s worry while maintaining her boundaries.

Calvin’s face turned slightly pale, and he managed a bitter smile. “Very well, you can stay here. I’ll step out.”

With that, he walked out of the consulting room.

Levi looked at Rosalie and addressed her with compassion, “Rosalie, Calvin is just expressing his concern for you. During your absence of five years, he frequently asked about you whenever he visited.”

Moments ago, they were talking about her.

Rosalie said with a serious look. ‘Mr. Sabatini, I am now married to Jonathan. If Calvin continues to show concern for me, it would only complicate matters for both of us.”

Levi let out a sigh. ‘I don’t know when that boy will let go. But let’s not dwell on this now. Let’s focus on examining your hands. We paused the treatment when you became pregnant, and it’s been quite some time since we last saw you. Your hands must have been causing you pain frequently, haven’t they?”

Rosalie offered a wry smile.

After conducting X-rays and various tests in the clinic for Rosalie, Levi’s expression turned grave.

an issue?” Rosalie

that halting the process could worsen your condition. Now that you’ve delayed treatment for so many years and only returned recently, I must inform you that your hands are challenging to treat. In three years at most, they

her expression showing

will truly be ruined?” Levi asked.

in this field. If you say there’s a high likelihood my hands will be ruined, then I believe it. When I was pregnant and wanted to discontinue treatment, you warned me of the

in

outcome now.”

her hands would flare up in painful attacks, and these attacks had grown increasingly frequent, particularly in the past year. To

medication or surgery could cure her hands. The only solution was to protect these

her hands might function, the doctors in Lofbury provided vague answers, saying, “It could be ten years, twenty years, or maybe even longer.”

provided a precise timeframe like

decision from back then. Well, you’re self-aware

save my

luck is on your side, there’s a chance to save your hands.

silent. In essence, she was gambling on success within three years.

can we begin?”

appeared to admire Rosalie’s determination. “I’m sure. It’s better to start treatment now than to risk my hands

make preparations, as some things can’t be rushed,” Levi said after a brief pause. “I’ll

agreed

that, I’ll prescribe some pain relief medication for you. Your hands have likely been in pain over

were engaged in a tense face-off, with the other man’s back to her. Yet even

Calvin was the first to

greeted her with a hint of a smile. He walked toward her. “Is your hand