Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 583

The argument that had just transpired echoed in the ears of the nurse, and she was filled with sympathy.

But Rosemary didn’t hear it. She was on the phone with Grandpa Beck, confirming their research findings.

Grandpa Beck relayed the results of several tests to her, and she shared her input. It was Grandpa Beck’s job to tweak accordingly.

Hearing the nurse, Rosemary asked the person on the phone to hold on, then turned to the nurse,

"What’s up?"

Suddenly, the sound of a single beep echoed from the EKG, as Carol gave up hope of survival, her eyes closing.

"Damn, the patient has no will to live," the nurse said urgently. "Dr. Rose, what do we do?"

"Grandpa, get the antidote here as soon as you’re done!" Rosemary hung up the phone, immediately diving into the rescue work.

"Hey, I didn’t finish. This antidote hasn’t passed the final test. If there are any side effects, who’s responsible?"

Unfortunately, Grandpa Beck’s last words were cut off by the dial tone. He tried calling Rosemary twice more, but she didn’t pick up. She must’ve been busy.

Clark was waiting outside, and soon enough, he saw several doctors rushing to assist Rosemary.

Clark was growing anxious, unsure if something had happened to Carol. The moment the door swung open, he rushed to peek inside, but he couldn’t see anything. All he could hear was the nurse’s voice, saying the patient was in critical condition.

He knocked on the door frantically, shouting,

"Carol, Carol, you must hang on! You promised me, you said you would stay with me forever. Carol, you can’t back out now!"

"Sir, I’m sorry, could you please lower your voice?" A nurse emerged from the room, pleading. "You’re disrupting the doctors."

"How’s Carol? Nurse, is she okay?" Clark asked anxiously.

"The patient has lost the will to live, probably because of your argument."

"No, I need to go in and explain."

"I’m sorry, sir, but it would be best if you wait outside. Any explanation at this point would only salt her wounds. Let Dr. Rose handle this."

The nurse shut the door again, leaving Clark desperately waiting outside.

Time passed, thunder roared, and the sky grew dim. A storm was brewing.

The branches of the trees by the road were shaking heavily, and the temperature dropped. This winter seemed especially cold.

Clark sat from noon till night, not knowing how he made it through. All he knew was that the two girls connected to him were in the ICU, their fates unknown.

Meanwhile, Crystal, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly called out,

"Dad."

At first, Alger thought he had misheard, but when he looked up, he saw his daughter had indeed opened her eyes slightly. Tears welled up in his eyes instantly.

He quickly leaned in,

"I’m here. Your mom and I are both here, and Mr. and Mrs. Collins too. Are you feeling okay? Should I get the doctor to check on you?"

"Yes, yes, I’ll get the doctor." Celeste quickly rang the nurse’s bell, and the nurse went to get Rosemary.

Looking at her daughter’s battered body, Celeste felt a mix of heartache and relief,

"You’re finally awake, you scared me. It’s okay now, it’s okay."

"Mom." Crystal’s voice was still weak, but she managed to put on a small smile,

"Don’t cry."

Celeste didn’t want to cry in front of her daughter, but when she heard these words, her tears flowed freely.

Her daughter was badly injured, yet she was the one comforting her.

"Mom, I want to go home."

Upon hearing this, Alger and Celeste were stunned!

Was this what they call "the last rally"?

It was reminiscent of the time when Alger’s Uncle Jerry was gravely ill. One day, when he was on the brink of death, he suddenly became lucid and asked to be taken home. His family quickly fulfilled his wish, and after one last look at the home where he had lived for so many years, he peacefully closed his eyes.

The older generation often said that those about to die have one final request: "I want to go home."

"No, sweetheart, we’re not going home. You’re not well yet. We need to stay here for your treatment. Once you’re better, we will take you home." Celeste held her darling daughter’s hand, tears streaming down her face. The thought of losing her daughter was too terrifying to bear.

"Dad, Mom." Crystal tried to grasp her parents’ hands, but she was so weak. Her voice was barely above a whisper, each word an evident struggle.

"In this life, I’m so proud to be your daughter."

Hearing these words, Alger and Celeste broke down in tears.

"After I’m gone, don’t cry. Don’t be sad."

It was as if Crystal was leaving her last words, painstakingly uttering each word of advice.

"Live your lives well. I’ll just be in a different form watching over you from heaven, being with you."

"Silly girl, what are you talking about? You’re going to live, perhaps even live longer than us." Celeste sobbed, "Stop talking about such morbid things. Are you thirsty? Let me get you a glass of water."

"Mom, let me finish." Crystal seemed to be failing, pausing for a while before continuing,

"Don’t blame Clark or Carol. Promise me, don’t harm them."

Shaking her head, Celeste cried uncontrollably,

"No, no, don’t say any more."

"Promise me." Crystal was struggling to breathe, but she insisted on getting a response,

"Promise me!"

Seeing his daughter in such agony, Alger was heartbroken,

"Okay, I promise, as long as—"

Before he could finish, the door suddenly burst open. Clark, upon hearing that Crystal had woken up, was the first one to rush over. He was even faster than the doctors.

"Crystal." Clark stood there, weighed down by guilt.

Tears filled Crystal’s eyes. She tried to muster a smile, but her strength was quickly leaving her. She could barely make out Clark’s face.

All she knew was that the man who had rushed in was Clark. He sounded anxious and worried.

She forced a smile and with her last bit of strength, managed to utter three words,

"Be happy."

Tears streamed down Clark’s face.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The monitor flatlined.

The medical team ushered them out. Alger and Celeste were inconsolable.

After updating Carol on the situation, Rosemary rushed back to join the resuscitation efforts.

Kenneth and Louisa’s eyes were filled with tears.