The Ceo’s Convict Wife

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.

Is there an issue?” Rosalie

initially began treatment, I warned you 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

damaged?” Rosalie was surprised, her expression showing

that your hands will truly be ruined?” Levi asked.

field. If you say there’s a high likelihood my hands will be ruined, then I believe it. When I

I had made that choice in

outcome now.”

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 temporary relief was no enduring remedy.

the hospital in 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 of

provided vague answers, saying, “It could be ten years, twenty years,

a precise timeframe like Levi.

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

to save my hands?”

a chance to save your hands. If luck doesn’t

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

begin?” she

Levi appeared to admire Rosalie’s determination. “I’m sure. It’s better to start treatment now than to risk my hands being utterly damaged in three

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

agreed

for you. Your hands have likely

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

their attention. Calvin was the first to turn to