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.

there an issue?” Rosalie asked.

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

expression

will truly be ruined?” Levi

be ruined, then I believe it. When I was pregnant

choice in the past, I’m prepared to bear the

outcome now.”

her hands would 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,

in 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

she inquired about how long her hands might function, the doctors in Lofbury provided vague answers, saying, “It could be ten years, twenty years, or maybe even

provided a precise timeframe like Levi.

do remember your decision from

save my

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

silent. In essence, she was

can we begin?”

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

can’t be rushed,” Levi said after a brief pause. “I’ll let you know when I’m

well,” Rosalie agreed without hesitation.

Your hands have likely been in pain over the past

nodded. After receiving her prescribed medication at Levi’s clinic and exiting the consultation room, she paused abruptly. Calvin and another man were engaged in a tense face-off, with the other

Calvin was the first to turn to look at