Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 581

"I don’t wanna live without Crystal." Celeste was on the verge of a breakdown, sobbing uncontrollably.

Alger mourned as well, quoting an old saying, "The grief of the old burying the young."

"Everyone, please calm down," Rosemary finally managed to get a word in.

Before, they were all talking at once, not giving her a chance to speak.

"Listen to me. Crystal’s condition is extremely critical. She’s being moved to the ICU now."

Celeste’s tears halted in her eyes. "Are you saying that she’s still alive?"

"Yes," Rosemary confirmed gently. "But her situation is serious. You need to prepare yourselves."

"No, I beg you, Rose, you must save her. She can’t die—she’s the only daughter of the Temple family. I’m begging you." Celeste fell to her knees in front of Rosemary, bowing her head in a desperate plea.

"Aunt Celeste, please, get up," Rosemary quickly reached out to help her.

Alger also knelt down, pleading, "I beg you too. Whatever you want, I will give it to you—just save her!"

"Please, don’t," a female doctor nearby interjected helplessly. "Dr. Rose has done everything she can. It’s just that Crystal’s injuries are too severe. You’re making this harder for her."

"Rose, aren’t you a miracle worker?" Celeste looked up at Rosemary through her tears. "You saved Phillip when his condition was so complicated. You can save my daughter too, right? Whatever it takes to cure Crystal—even if it costs my life—I will pay it willingly."

"Rose, I’m begging you. Save Crystal." Alger banged his head on the floor, his forehead turning red.

"Alger—" Rosemary quickly crouched down and tried to stop them. "Celeste, please listen to me."

Her eyes were sincere, as if she could feel their pain.

"Crystal has multiple fractures, and her nerves, tendons, and blood vessels are severely damaged. Her organs have suffered varying degrees of damage. Her situation is very critical."

Celeste’s tears burst forth once more.

She remembered when Crystal was little, how she would cry for hours if she accidentally cut her finger on a glass.

How much pain must she be in now, with such severe injuries?

"I’ve done everything I can. It’s up to her now," Rosemary gently explained. "But you need to be prepared. Even if she makes it, she will need care for the rest of her life."

"That’s okay, that’s okay. As long as she’s alive, I can take care of her for the rest of my life!"

Celeste seemed to see a glimmer of hope and clung tightly to Rosemary’s hand.

"As long as she can call me ’Mom’ one more time, I’ll be satisfied. Rose, you just need to keep her alive! As long as she’s in this world, we have something to look forward to."

"That’s right. Even if it takes years to hear her call me ’Dad’, it’s okay, as long as her life is saved."

Alger’s tears surged as well. "Even if I have to care for her until I die, and even when I can no longer do so, I’ll make arrangements for her—to ensure someone else can take care of her!"

"When I say ’care’, it might not be the same kind of care you’re thinking about."

Rosemary was reluctant to break their hearts, but she chose to tell them the truth.

"Even if she survives this, she won’t be able to control her arms and legs. If her condition worsens, amputation might be necessary. Considering her current condition, there’s a high chance that she’ll need to use a urine bag for life. She won’t be able to go anywhere without a wheelchair, and she’ll need help eating and drinking. This will be a huge blow to her."

Alger and Celeste were stunned. They hadn’t realized the challenges their daughter would face even if she survived.

"Will she never fully recover?" Celeste asked, her voice trembling.

"Indeed," Rosemary responded assertively. "Given the current state of medical science, that seems to be the case. But who knows what advancements the next few decades might bring."

Tears once again streamed down Celeste’s face.

Without hands, without legs, how would her daughter play the piano or dance?

How could she walk to her loved one or embrace the world?

If her daughter had to be fed water and spend the rest of her life with a catheter—knowing her stubbornness—she would rather die than live like this.

At that moment, Crystal was wheeled out of the operating room by a nurse.

Seeing their daughter motionless, lying there on the stretcher with a ghostly complexion, Celeste and Alger’s brains went blank, and their tears flowed unceasingly.

Rosemary watched their departing figures, noticing Romeo’s arrival. She moved toward him, whispering, "I’m going to change my clothes first."

"You’re pale," Romeo said, concern evident in his voice.

This stubborn girl had stood in the operating room for a solid eleven hours—without a break, without even a sip of water.

"Dr. Rose." The female doctor in charge of Carol hurried over. "There’s another patient in critical condition that needs your attention."

Romeo’s eyes darkened.

When did his girl become responsible for every patient in this hospital?

Was she receiving their salary?

Had she done them a favor?

Did she not need food, water, or rest?

The female doctor was taken aback by Romeo’s imposing demeanor and quickly explained, "It’s a patient that Ms. Rose knows."

Clark quickly interjected, "Is Carol’s condition worsening?"

"Let’s let Dr. Rose decide first."

After all, their hospital had formed a team of experts, but none of them had a better idea.

In the case of Carol’s condition, it was unprecedented—not just in their hospital, but globally.

Only then did Rosemary remember: due to the amount of time needed to save Crystal, she had missed Carol’s optimal treatment window.

"I’ll go take a look," she said, striding towards the ICU at the end of the hallway.

Romeo, still holding breakfast, watched her rush off, his heart aching even more.

He hurriedly caught up and handed her a warm bottle of milk.

"Take a few sips first."

Rosemary, not wanting to worry him, drank the contents of the bottle as she walked.

"Eat something when you come back," Romeo instructed.

"Alright."

Clark followed closely behind Rosemary.

"I heard from the nurses that eleven hours ago, Crystal couldn’t hold on any longer."

"Yes, but I told her if she died, her parents would tear you limb from limb. She held on to that thought and made it this far."

Clark’s eyes reddened further, his guilt towards Crystal deepening.

"I also told her, if she had to go, at least say goodbye to you," Rosemary said gently.

"So, I believe she’ll wake up.

As for whether she can hold on, I can’t guarantee it right now."

"Rose," he said, looking at her with hopeful eyes. "Tell me the truth—what are the chances Crystal will pull through?"