The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 68
Just at that moment, Luke’s impatient voice buzzed through the phone, “Why didn’t you ask Rosalie to withdraw the case at the
police station so that Daniel and the rest could be released?”
*Release? What release? It was their own wrongdoings, and they should stay there as long as they deserve!”
“They are your children, your daughter and son. Is it necessary to do this for an outsider?”
“What outsider? She is my granddaughter! Since her mother isn’t here, this old lady is here to support her!”
“Are you planning to have no one take care of you. to jail, to support you in the future?”
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. “Rosalie, are you there?” she asked.
“I’m here,” Rosalie replied.
“I’m 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 don’t need to withdraw the case. They should stay in jail as long as they deserve!” Wilma said in a resolute tone
before ending the call.
Rosalie held her phone and couldn’t 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 Wilma’s 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. Don’t cry, Rosalie. I’ll stand by your side. We shouldn’t bully others, but we can’t let others bully
us either!”
Wilma would argue with others on her behalf. If reasoning with the others didn’t 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 mother’s loss
and her father’s remarriage.
But in Wilma’s 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 Rosalie’s 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 Rosalie’s side.
Tears continuously rolled down Rosalie’s 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, “Rosie, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
She looked at him through teary eyes and shook her head.
But her response only deepened his concern. “Rosie, what’s going on? Why are you crying like this? Tell me, no matter what it
is, I can help you.”
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.
“Waah!” Rosalie threw herself into Jonathan’s arms and cried out loud.
She couldn’t 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 heart’s content.
Rosalie didn’t even know how long she cried. She cried until she felt like she couldn’t cry anymore.

Jonathan took some tissues and gently wiped the remaining tears from her face. “Can you tell me what happened now?”
“It Granny,” she sniffed.
“Is she trying to plead with you?” he asked with a slightly darkened expression.
“No. 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.” Rosalie replied with a heavy nasal voice.
Jonathan looked somewhat surprised. “She seemed like a nice person.”
“She has always been good to me.” Rosalie murmured. She just hadn’t realized the extent of Wilma’s kindness until she saw her
willingness to stand against the entire family for her sake.
“What about you? Do you intend to forgive your relatives?” Jonathan asked.
Rosalie raised her eyes and looked at him intently.
Jonathan continued, “If 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.”
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 wouldn’t be able to handle such a case. If she genuinely wanted her relatives to spend the rest of
their lives behind bars, she’d need an extraordinary attorney, one of the rare few capable of such a feat.
“Who 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.
Rosalie’s 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.
“Rosie, you don’t need to be nervous. Clenching your list like that will only slow down the healing of your hand,” 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 nurse’s bell.
The nurse quickly arrived and, upon hearing the situation, promptly removed the bandage from Rosalie’s 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.