The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 876

“By the way, why did you suddenly come over to the clinic today?” Rosalie asked. After all, today, she had come to see Levi for a consultation, and she had not mentioned it to him.

“I heard from the driver that you were around, so I figured I’d swing by and see how you’re doing. I was thinking of going with you to the appointment, but turns out you got done quicker than I thought,” Jonathan said. “I’ll be right there with you when you start your hand treatment.”

“There’s no need for that. It’s just treatment, and I expect it will take more than a few sessions. It could interfere with your work,” Rosalie hurriedly replied.

Jonathan’s eyelashes trembled slightly. He glanced at Rosalie from the corner of his eyes and replied, “Okay.”

The car arrived at the entrance of the Youngblood residence. Rosalie got out of the car and walked into the house, but Jonathan’s car did not immediately drive away. It remained parked.

Jonathan lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. His mind once again flashed back to the confrontation with Calvin at the clinic entrance just a while ago.

“Jonathan, what was the reason Rosalie decided to drown herself back then? Even if you’ve lost your memory, someone must have told you the truth about that incident. I asked everyone back then, but no one was willing to tell me. So now, can you tell me?” Calvin had questioned.

“Calvin, why should I tell you anything about what happened between me and Rosalie?” Jonathan replied.

“At that time, after Rosalie discovered the link between her car accident case and you, the incident where she almost drowned occurred. Is there any connection between these two events?” Calvin continued to probe for answers.

Calvin was eager to unveil the truth. Throughout the years, Carlos and the butler. clung to a single, unchanging narrative. It was Kurt who had directed Yvette to carry out the abduction. Meanwhile, an unsettling cloud of uncertainty loomed over Rosalie’s supposed attempt to drown herself at the sea.

Doubts gnawed at Calvin, nagging him about whether this narrative was the entire truth.

If not, what secrets lay concealed beneath the surface?

a moment before making a call. “It’s me. Proceed with the original plan, use hypnosis to recover her memories.” After dry-cleaning the clothes she had worn from Callum’s mansion that day, Lillian came to the building of

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desk and explaining her intent, she had initially expected some difficulties in wanting to meet Callum. However, as soon as the receptionist heard that she had come to return clothes, the receptionist recognized her and did not even ask her name. Instead, a warm smile graced the receptionist’s face as she cordially affirmed, “You’re Ms. Lillian Quinn, I presume? Mr. White has instructed that you may proceed directly to his office when

and said, “The CEO’s office is on the 32nd floor. When you arrive on the 32nd floor, someone will escort you to Mr. White’s

not expected that Callum had already given his staff some instructions. When she took the elevator to the 32nd floor,

Ms. Quinn. I’m Mr. White’s secretary. Please come with me,” the

knocked on the door twice and then turned the handle, ushering Lillian inside,

enter?” Lillian asked, noting the lack of response from within the CEO’s office to

you’re here, you can enter at any time,” the secretary replied.

red lips

behind Lillian with her mind veiled in speculation. It seemed likely that this woman might be

during his involvement with Madeline of the Tall family, Callum

naturally understood that this woman held a special place in Callum’s heart. Lillian

moment, she hesitated, uncertain if she should allow herself a sigh of relief. Callum’s peaceful repose meant she could avoid a direct confrontation with him,

coffee table and intended to leave, but her gaze involuntarily fell

lay there, with his eyes closed in tranquil slumber. His long, delicate eyelashes covered those beautiful eyes

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resurfaced, times when Callum had fallen asleep beside her, and she would always gently poke and touch his cheek. To put it in