Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 588

Clark could only bow deeply, his voice a mix of sorrow and regret.

"I’m sorry."

He knew that no amount of apologies could mend their broken hearts from the loss of their beloved daughter, but he genuinely felt sorry for them. He felt sorry for Crystal.

"I’ll take care of you both till I die," Clark seemed to make a decision, saying seriously, "You can treat me as your son. I’ll often come to visit and take care of you in your old age."

Even though this couldn’t alleviate the pain felt by Alger and Celeste, at least they wouldn’t be left alone in this world.

"Give me all the information related to those people," Alger said, his voice weary. "And never show up in front of us again."

"But—"

"Leave." Alger didn’t even want to glance at him. "I want to spend some time with my daughter."

He had thought that he would have a lifetime to watch his daughter walk down the aisle in a wedding dress, have her own children.

But he never expected that their time together would be so short.

Clark’s eyes dimmed.

"I’ll come back tonight."

He planned to wait until they calmed down a bit before visiting again. He wanted to help them in any way he could, including organizing Crystal’s funeral.

Time passed, and the day broke.

Carol opened her eyes to find someone sleeping next to her.

It was Clark.

He was lying on the edge of the bed, his head resting on one hand. He looked tired.

Carol noticed his fists were cracked; the blood had coagulated on the surface of his skin.

Growing up in such a harsh environment, Carol could tell at a glance that these were injuries from a fight.

Who did he fight with?

Was it those people?

Carol remembered how her foster parents were killed by those people, and how they dragged innocent Crystal into it.

Tears suddenly welled up in Carol’s eyes.

Clark was clutching Carol’s hand in his sleep. Maybe he felt her moving, and he opened his eyes.

He was overjoyed.

"Carol, you’re awake."

Nothing could make him happier than seeing her awake.

Carol turned her face away, not wanting him to see the tear tracks on her face.

Clark quickly reached out to wipe them away.

"Don’t cry. It’s my fault for sleeping so soundly. How long have you been awake? Don’t worry, those people have been caught. I’ve tracked down the IP of the person who ordered them. My men are on their way. They will make them wish they were dead."

Clark wanted these people to pay doubly for how Logan, Taylor, and Crystal were killed and the pain they suffered.

Carol didn’t say anything, staring at the snowflakes falling outside the window. She remembered a snowy day when she was young. Taylor was with her in the yard making a snowman, and Logan had a snowball fight with them.

They all laughed so happily.

Clark followed her gaze, gently holding her.

"We agreed that once you’re better, we’ll go skiing. How are you feeling? Are you better? Should I call the doctor to check on you?"

Carol shook her head.

She kept her gaze away from him, not looking at him.

Clark’s heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like a glass of water? You’ve slept for so long. You must be parched."

Clark pecked her cheek and rose to pour her a drink, intending to help her sit up.

Carol kept her gaze fixed on the snowflakes outside the window, her voice cooling as she spoke,

"Clark, there’s something I need to tell you."

She didn’t call him "darling" or even look at him.

Her tone was even somewhat chilly.

A sinking feeling washed over Clark as a sense of foreboding bubbled up.

"Carol, do you know how you woke up? It was Rose and her talented Grandpa Beck who concocted the vital antidote, which you took in time. By the way, I haven’t told Rose yet that you’ve woken up. She’d be thrilled. I should tell her right now."

Clark hastily retrieved his cellphone, but in his haste, it slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor.

As he bent down to pick it up, a hint of sourness tinged his nostrils.

"Do you have any idea how critical your condition was? You stopped breathing for a whole 30 seconds during treatment. It scared the hell out of me."

Carol finally tore her gaze from the window and settled it on him.

Clark forced a smile.

"Rose said that as long as you woke up, the rest of the treatment wouldn’t be a big issue.

You can finally break free from your past life."

Could she really break free?

With her status, it was destined to be a lifelong burden.

Just as Carol was about to speak, Clark cut her off.

"I need to text Rose first. This is undoubtedly fantastic news, a significant breakthrough in her research."

Typically, Clark was a fast texter, but today, it seemed to take him forever to type, constantly making errors or forming incoherent sentences.

He joked,

"I was so excited to see you awake that I forgot how to type."

Carol could see the heartache and avoidance in his smile. She knew him so well. Every subtle change in his expression didn’t escape her scrutiny.

"Yesterday at the door—"

"Carol, you haven’t told me how you’re feeling. Is there anything uncomfortable?" Clark interrupted her again after sending the message, holding her hand and asking, "Like body aches, dizziness, nausea? If so, you must tell me so I can call the doctor."

Carol shook her head again.

"That means Rose and Grandpa Beck’s antidote is working. Congratulations, you won’t have to suffer from the affliction anymore." Clark took her hands in his, raising them to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"By the way, are you hungry? I’ll ask the doctor if I can get you something to eat. Just wait here for me."

Seeing him rise to leave, Carol wanted to stop him, but he seemed to flee before she could.

Clark finally stepped out of the ward, his eyes reddening. He knew what she was going to say next, and he couldn’t accept it. He had only just managed to bring her back, and he would never let go.

Not even if it killed him.

Clark asked the doctor, who said she could have some light gruel. Just then, Rosemary texted back that she’d be at the hospital in a while. Clark quickly asked,

[Can Carol have some gruel?]

Rosemary replied in four words:

[Yes, in small amounts.]

With his sister’s assurance, Clark purchased some food from the hospital cafeteria and hurried back to the ward—only to realize that Carol was gone.

The breakfast he held dropped to the floor, the hot gruel splashing onto his ankle and dirtying his pants.

But he didn’t notice, standing stunned for a moment before rushing to check the ensuite bathroom.

"Carol?"

She was not in the bathroom, not in the ward. He even checked under the bed and tossed the curtains.

No one was there.

All that was left on the bed was a pillow and a drawn-back blanket.