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.

there an

years and only returned recently, I

expression showing astonishment rather

hands will

likelihood my hands will be ruined, then I believe it. When I was pregnant and wanted to discontinue treatment, you warned me

I had made that choice in the past,

outcome now.”

flare up in painful attacks, and these attacks had grown increasingly frequent, particularly in the past year. To relieve her pain, Rosalie would take painkillers, despite knowing that this

Lofbury, doctors had shared similar insights, albeit in gentler terms, stating that no medication or surgery could cure her hands. The only solution was to protect these hands well at ordinary times to prolong the nerve numbness

the doctors in Lofbury provided vague answers, saying, “It could be ten years, twenty years, or maybe even

provided a

your decision from back

a way to save

on your side, there’s a chance to save your hands. If luck doesn’t favor you, your hands could deteriorate rapidly, and you’ll have less than three years.”

was gambling on success within three years.

begin?” she inquired.

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

time to make preparations, as some things can’t be rushed,” Levi

Rosalie agreed without

hands have likely been in pain over the past

and exiting the consultation room, she paused abruptly. Calvin and another man were engaged in a tense

to draw their attention. Calvin was the

greeted her with a hint of a smile.