The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 891

Rosalie’s hand was hurting even more now. She wanted to say something, but the pain had her clenching her teeth to suppress the discomfort. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

Jonathan promptly carried Rosalie into the car and instructed the driver to head to Levi’s clinic.

Meanwhile, Carlos quickly arranged for Zekiah to be taken to a pre-arranged hospital for an examination.

Guillermo’s young face was now filled with concern.

“Mr. Gibson, is Mommy and Zeki in danger?”

“With your daddy here, everything will be okay,” Carlos reassured.

“But…” Guillermo bit his lip. “Daddy seemed really worried just now.”

He had never seen his father so worried. The last time he remembered such concern was when a

child in his kindergarten got lost, and the teacher was frantically searching for the child.

He thought, “It was as if Daddy would go crazy if something happened to Mommy.”

Somehow, at this moment, Guillermo had a similar feeling.

“That’s because your daddy loves your mommy very much,” Carlos explained.

“Very much?” Guillermo’s eyes reflected confusion.

“You’ll understand when you grow up. To him, your mommy is extremely importánt, so he’s concerned,” Carlos said, silently praying that Rosalie would be safe.

Jonathan’s memory wasn’t fully restored, he still cared for Rosalie. His

could lead to a grudge between the

occur

clinic appeared ordinary, like many small

place was soon surrounded by cars. These were not ordinary vehicles,

of burly men dressed in black suits followed Jonathan into the clinic, filling it to the brim. This heightened speculation among onlookers, some even wondering if the clinic owed money and debt collectors had arrived.

her hands trembling, and rushed into the clinic, everyone

these people, necessitating such

was prescribing medication for an elderly

Levi’s impressive skills being wasted in such a small clinic. He suggested that

“Even in my little clinic, important people

claim, “Come on, stop boasting. What important people could

finish, the consulting room’s door swung open. Jonathan rushed in with Rosalie in his arms, followed by a

to speak, he could see that something was

left in utter shock,

few days, and her hand has deteriorated so drastically. Even with treatment, I fear there might not be much hope

Jonathan Youngblood?

aback. He knew of someone by that name in Strico, but it

astounded

matter what, please do your best to save Rosalie’s hands. If her

her legal career and for embracing

her hands lost sensation and function, she wouldn’t be able to touch his face

pain making her somewhat delirious. However, she

keep her eyes half-open and said, “Jon, I… It’s okay… Even if