Chapter 812
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Kurt thought, âIs this woman really becoming Mr. Youngbloodâs weakness?â
An inexplicable emotion flashed across Kurtâs mind. He thought, âIn the past, Mr. Leonard Youngblood was worried that Mr. Youngblood would have a weakness and easily be manipulated by the Youngblood familyâs enemies, which could lead to the familyâs downfall, so he left his dying wish to eliminate Rosalie. Back then, Mr. Youngblood was willing to risk his life for Rosalie. It was only because she made the decision to sacrifice. herself that Mr. Youngblood was spared. And now, five years have passed, yet this woman is still behaving the same as before.â
At that moment, Jonathan only felt stifled after hearing Rosalieâs words. He was feeling out of breath as if he was suffocating.
He suddenly held Rosalieâs hand tightly. âEven if someone threatens you with my safety one day, I wonât allow you to take your own life! Do you understand?â
Rosalie looked at Jonathan but didnât answer him as he wished.
âRosie!â He subconsciously raised his voice as if he was determined to hear her reply no matter what.
âIn that case, letâs hope this day never comes,â she said. âJon, at least I can promise you that I wonât give up on myself until the last minute.â
He stared at her and suddenly felt a sting in his mind. He felt something flash across his mind, but it was so fleeting that he couldnât grasp it.
Kurtâs voice broke the silence. âRosalie, even if you say so, I canât tell you where that child is because the child died after he was born.â
âHow is that possible?â Rosalie couldnât believe it.
âWhy is it impossible? Otherwise, where do you think this child is now? I donât have any children here!â
Kurt said coldly.
Rosalie stared at Kurt in a daze, thinking, âIndeed. Mr. Wilmer doesnât have any kids around him. So, does that mean my child died five years ago? My child passed away the moment he or she was delivered!â
It was not that she had never imagined that possibility, but when she heard Kurtâs confirmation, it still hurt so much that she couldnât breathe. She felt as if someone was forcing an unbearable reality on her. She thought, âI clearly remember the three kids moving in my belly. I 10:131 clearlyâ¦â
Rosalieâs vision suddenly turned dark. She fell down and fell into a familiar embrace. Prior to passing out, she muttered, âIâm sorryâ¦â
She was thinking, âIâm sorry. Iâm your mother, yet I failed to protect you, my child. Iâm sorry. You shouldâve lived, yet you didnât get an opportunity to see this world. Iâm your mother, yet I only know of your passing after five years!â
Rosalie fainted, and Jonathan stared at Kurt. âIs that child alive or dead? Youâd better think it over before answering. If you lie, I will make your life worse than death!â
âIs the childâs survival important? I donât have any children here. Thatâs all I can say. I wonât tell you any more than that,â said Kurt.
Jonathan pursed his thin lips tightly, then picked up Rosalie without saying a word and walked out of the room.
Outside the house, Carlos and his men were waiting. As soon as they saw Jonathan come out, they hurriedly went forward and said, âMr.
Youngblood, whatâs wrong with Mrs. Youngblood?â
âShe was too emotional and passed out,â Jonathan said. âInform the police of Kurtâs whereabouts.â
âYes,â Carlos answered.
When Rosalie woke up, she was in the ward of the hospital. She saw Jonathan staying by her side and asked, âWhy am I here?â
âYou passed out, so I brought you to the hospital for a doctorâs examination just in case. Fortunately, youâre fine,â Jonathan said.
The memories from before suddenly flooded Rosalieâs mind. Suddenly, she stiffened and wailed.
She suddenly hugged him and sobbed hysterically. âJon, what should we do? The child is goneâ¦â
Jonathan hugged Rosalie and felt her body twitch violently as she sobbed. He said, âKurtâs words may not be true. If the child is really gone, why didnât he tell us where the child was buried? He would rather be detained by the police than tell us the whereabouts of the child!â
That was what baffled Jonathan. He intuitively believed that the child should still be alive.
Nevertheless, he wondered what Kurtâs intention was in keeping that. matter a secret if the child were still alive.
274 10:131 âNo⦠Really?â Rosalie finally stopped crying.
âIt must not be true. I will continue to investigate the whereabouts of my child.â Jonathan raised his hand and gently wiped Rosalieâs tears. âYou told me not to cry, but youâre crying so much now.â
Rosalie felt weak all over. The great swings in her emotions caused her to feel utterly drained.
âJon, our child is still alive?â
âYes.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
She asked again and again, but he answered tirelessly. Finally, Rosalie didnât ask anymore and just hugged Jonathan tightly with both arms. âJon, you must find our child, regardless of his survival.â She forced herself to utter the last few words of her sentence.
She didnât want to end up not knowing where the baby was.
No matter how much time it would take, she was determined to find their child while she was still alive and tell the child that they were their parents. Then, she would apologize to the child.
She wanted to apologize for failing to protect them. She also wanted to apologize for not taking care of them and even having temporarily forgotten them.
âOkay,â Jonathan answered. He would definitely find out where the baby was, but at the same time, he would never let her disappear from his sight again.
When Jonathan and Rosalie returned to the Youngblood residence in the evening, the two kids hadnât fallen asleep yet and were waiting for them. Especially Jennifer, who would run out to the gates of the manor from time to time. Gary couldnât stop her no matter what.
It wasnât until they came back that the two kids were willing to sleep obediently.
Looking at the two kidsâ sleeping faces, Rosalieâs eyes turned red again. She thought, âHow blissful must it be if our last child is also here.â Inexplicably, at that moment, the image of the little boy whom she had mèt at the amusement park during the day, Zeki, surfaced in her mind.