Chapter 68
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Just at that moment, Lukeâs impatient voice buzzed through the phone, âWhy didnât you ask Rosalie to withdraw the case at the police station so that Daniel and the rest could be released?â
*Release? What release? It was their own wrongdoings, and they should stay there as long as they deserve!â
âThey are your children, your daughter and son. Is it necessary to do this for an outsider?â
âWhat outsider? She is my granddaughter! Since her mother isnât here, this old lady is here to support her!â
âAre you planning to have no one take care of you. to jail, to support you in the future?â
your old age? Or are you relying on your granddaughter, who has been The two elders argued vehemently, seemingly forgetting that the phone call was still ongoing. After a while, Wilma finally realized the call was still connected. âRosalie, are you there?â she asked.
âIâm here,â Rosalie replied.
âIâm glad to know that you are fine. Your uncles, aunts, and cousins have all been blinded by greed, and the things they did. were unethical. You donât need to withdraw the case. They should stay in jail as long as they deserve!â Wilma said in a resolute tone before ending the call.
Rosalie held her phone and couldnât help crying. She thought that Wilma had called her to ask her not to pursue the matter further and to let Daniel. Edward, and Sarah go.
She never expected Wilma would offer her unwavering support!
It was just like when she was a child and her father had left her at Wilmaâs house. When she was bullied by other kids in town and cried, Wilma would hold her hand and take her to confront the bullies Wilma would often comfort her. Donât cry, Rosalie. Iâll stand by your side. We shouldnât bully others, but we canât let others bully us either!â
Wilma would argue with others on her behalf. If reasoning with the others didnât work, she would even roll up her sleeves and act like a shrew.
Such a sight of Wilma was cute in her eyes. In the eyes of others, Rosalie was perceived as a liability following her motherâs loss and her fatherâs remarriage.
But in Wilmaâs eyes, she was a precious treasure.
Wilma would also often tell her that she could enjoy her life when Rosalie grew up. However, when she did grow up and could have given Wilma an enjoyable life, she ended up in jail.
At first, hearing about her imprisonment, Wilma fell critically ill and had just recently recovered her health.
Wilma knew that by standing on Rosalieâs side, she would be opposing Luke and likely causing a fallout in the family. She might even find it unbearable to stay in that house. Nevertheless, Wilma still chose to stand by Rosalieâs side.
Tears continuously rolled down Rosalieâs cheeks, werting her hands and the bedsheets.
When Jonathan walked into the ward, he saw Rosalie hugging her phone and crying inconsolably.
He frowned and quickly walked to her bedside. He held her face and asked, âRosie, whatâs wrong? Are you feeling unwell?â
She looked at him through teary eyes and shook her head.
But her response only deepened his concern. âRosie, whatâs going on? Why are you crying like this?
Tell me, no matter what it is, I can help you.â
He wiped away her tears with his fingers, and when his fingertips touched her tears, they felt like they were burning.
Her tears were so scorching.
Her tears always seemed to leave him feeling helpless. As long as he could stop her tears, he would do everything for her.
âWaah!â Rosalie threw herself into Jonathanâs arms and cried out loud.
She couldnât quite put into words why she had acted this way at that moment. It felt as though, in his embrace, she no longer had to hold back her pain and could release it without any restriction Jonathan looked down at the sobbing woman in his arms. He gently held her, letting her cry to her heartâs content.
Rosalie didnât even know how long she cried. She cried until she felt like she couldnât cry anymore.
Jonathan took some tissues and gently wiped the remaining tears from her face. âCan you tell me what happened now?â
âIt Granny,â she sniffed.
âIs she trying to plead with you?â he asked with a slightly darkened expression.
âNo. Granny just asked if I was okay and told me not to worry about Uncle Daniel and the others. She said they should stay in jail as long as they deserve.â Rosalie replied with a heavy nasal voice.
Jonathan looked somewhat surprised. âShe seemed like a nice person.â
âShe has always been good to me.â Rosalie murmured. She just hadnât realized the extent of Wilmaâs kindness until she saw her willingness to stand against the entire family for her sake.
âWhat about you? Do you intend to forgive your relatives?â Jonathan asked.
Rosalie raised her eyes and looked at him intently.
Jonathan continued, âIf you decide to forgive them, I can arrange for their release from the police. But if you want to punish them seriously, I can find a lawyer to ensure they spend the rest of their lives behind bars.â
He spoke as though it was a simple matter for him.
Rosalie was a little stunned. As a law student, she knew that changing the nature of a case could drastically alter the charges.
However, an ordinary lawyer wouldnât be able to handle such a case. If she genuinely wanted her relatives to spend the rest of their lives behind bars, sheâd need an extraordinary attorney, one of the rare few capable of such a feat.
âWho are you really? Rosalie asked. Her heart raced as soon as the words tumbled from her lips. She even felt like her breath had stopped involuntarily.
Rosalieâs long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jonathan, noticing her tightly clenched fists, furrowed his brow. He reached out and gently uncurled her right hand, which was wrapped in bandages and clenched into a fist.
âRosie, you donât need to be nervous. Clenching your list like that will only slow down the healing of your hand,â he said, noticing blood had seeped through the gauze on her palm.
It seemed that her clenching her fist earlier had reopened her wound.
Jonathan pressed the nurseâs bell.
The nurse quickly arrived and, upon hearing the situation, promptly removed the bandage from Rosalieâs right hand. As expected, the small cuts on the palm of her hand, caused by the broken mirror shards last night, were still oozing blood.
The muted some medicated powder to stop the bleeding.