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.

“What’s wrong? Is there an issue?” Rosalie asked.

“When we 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 most, they will be severely damaged,” Levi disclosed.

“Severely damaged?” Rosalie was surprised, her expression showing astonishment rather than fear.

“Do you doubt that your hands will truly be ruined?” Levi asked.

Rosalie shook her head. “Levi, you’re an expert in this field. If you say there’s a high likelihood my hands will be ruined, then I believe it. When I was pregnant and wanted to discontinue treatment, you warned me of the possible consequences. Since I had made that choice in the past, I’m prepared to bear the outcome now.”

Over the years, 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, despite knowing that this temporary relief was no enduring remedy.

During her consultations 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 solution was to protect these hands well at ordinary times to prolong the nerve numbness of these hands.

When 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 longer.”

However, none had provided a precise timeframe like Levi.

Levi seemed somewhat surprised. “You do remember your decision from back then. Well, you’re self-

aware at the very least.”

“Is there a way to save my hands?” Rosalie asked.

“It depends on luck,” Levi explained. “If you undergo treatment now and luck is on 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 years.”

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

“When can we begin?” she inquired.

“Are you 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 being utterly damaged in three years,” she replied.

“I’ll need some time to make preparations, as some things can’t be rushed,” Levi said after a brief pause. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“Very well,” Rosalie agreed without hesitation.

“Apart from that, I’ll prescribe some pain relief medication for you. Your hands have likely been in pain over the past year,” Levi added.

Rosalie 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 man’s back to her. Yet even before the latter turned around, she recognized his silhouette.

Her footsteps seemed to draw their attention. Calvin was the first to turn to look at her.

Then, Jonathan turned and greeted her with a hint of a smile. He walked toward her. “Is your hand okay?”

10.01 Rosalie did want Jonathan to worry, so she replied nonchalantly, “Mr. Sabatini has to prepare some things before treatment. I’ll wait for him to notify me when he’s ready to commence treatment.”

“In that case, let’s go back,” Jonathan said, naturally taking hold of Rosalie’s hand.

Calvin, standing to the side, remained silent. As the two passed by him, he suddenly spoke, “Jonathan, can you genuinely trust someone completely? If you can’t, someone will eventually find their way into disrupting your relationship, even without the need for me to interfere!”

Jonathan paused in his tracks and shot Calvin a cold glare. “I can trust Rosalie completely. You don’t have to worry about it.”

As he uttered those words, Jonathan tightened his grip on Rosalie’s hand and then proceeded to walk her to the car.

As the car slowly drove away from Calvin’s view, a smirk played on his lips. He seethed in silence, ‘Jonathan, you have always been paranoid about your relationship.

If he really trusted her, why would he feel the need to warn her not to harbor feelings for someone else?

After all, Jonathan must still have his doubts. Perhaps he was afraid that her heart might still be with another man, that her love was not enough? Or perhaps, he was afraid that Rosalie might leave him again!’

Seated inside the car, Rosalie could not help but ask Jonathan, “What were you and Calvin discussing earlier?”

“Nothing important,” Jonathan responded with a subtle smile. “Just a casual chat.” The car stopped at a traffic light, and as they waited for it to turn green, Jonathan. turned toward Rosalie, his eyes locking onto hers as he posed a question, “He can’t come between us, can he?”

Rosalie met his intense gaze. “As long as we love each other, no one can break us apart.” She knew that, someday, Calvin would have to release his hold on them.

Jonathan’s smile grew even more radiant as the traffic light shifted to green, and he continued to drive.