Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 590

"Could you at least let me know where you’re going next time?" Clark’s eyes were even redder, his voice rough and strained.

Carol gently wiped away the tears that had fallen from his eyes.

"You’re a grown man. Why are you crying?"

The moment she wiped his tears, fresh ones welled up, rolling down his face. His voice choked with hurt,

"Why weren’t you answering my call?"

He looked at her with red-rimmed eyes.

Each time the busy tone beeped, it felt like his heart sank a little further.

"I don’t even know where my phone is."

She hadn’t touched her phone since she woke up. In fact, she didn’t even know where it was.

"Where did you go?" Clark asked, cradling her into the elevator, drawing the attention of many.

People watched as he inquired about the girl in his arms with teary eyes, his puppy-like demeanor tugging at their heartstrings.

With several pairs of eyes on them in the elevator, Carol didn’t respond.

"You’re dressed so lightly, and it’s snowing outside. You’re still recovering. What if you get a cold?"

"I can accompany you wherever you want to go, do whatever you want to do, but you can’t just disappear without a trace." His heart couldn’t take it.

"Do you know how worried I was when I came back from grabbing breakfast and found the whole room empty?

The nurses hadn’t seen you, and your phone was off. I didn’t know where to find you."

An elderly woman nearby was moved to tears.

"Young lady, you scared this handsome young man. He cares so much about you. Don’t break his heart. Where else can you find such a good man?"

"Indeed. Someone who is willing to hold you like this in public, who cares about you so deeply, is hard to come by," another woman chimed in.

"If you don’t cherish him, many others will. You need to hold onto him."

Caught off guard, Carol didn’t know what to say.

Clark quickly added, "Thank you both for your kind words. I still need to improve."

The elevator dinged open, and Clark thanked the kind strangers before turning to Carol again.

"You still haven’t told me where you went."

"The morgue."

Clark was taken aback.

"I’ve been there too. Did you go while I was getting breakfast?"

So they had missed each other?

"Mhm."

Carol figured he wouldn’t be back for a while, so she decided to visit her foster parents.

Seeing their pitiful state, she felt suffocated and wanted to get some fresh air and see the snow.

She hadn’t expected him to be this worried.

Seeing his reddened eyes, Carol felt a pang of sympathy.

"I was only gone for a while and you’re like this. What if—"

What if she couldn’t be saved?

What if the antidote wasn’t developed, or she didn’t take it in time?

What would he do then?

Clark thought she was about to leave him.

Clark gently laid the girl on the hospital bed, his hands braced on the side, eyes reddened from unshed tears, observing her closely.

"Did you overhear what my folks told me?"

"Mmhm," Carol didn’t deny, quietly meeting his gaze.

"So, are you planning on leaving? Just like last time—leaving me in the lurch, disappearing off the face of the Earth?"

Clark stared into her eyes, a raw mix of hurt and indignation in his voice.

"You know I can’t live without you.

What am I supposed to do if you leave? Did you even consider my feelings?

The last time you left me like discarded trash, did you ever think about how heartbroken I would be—how I’d miss you?"

Seeing his tears fall once again, Carol tried to wipe them away, but Clark turned his face, a hint of petulance in his voice.

"If you truly cared about me, you wouldn’t even think about leaving."

Carol’s hand froze mid-air.

"Aren’t you going to wipe them?" Clark turned his gaze back to hers.

Carol was at a loss for words, reaching to wipe his tears—only to have her hand caught by his.

"You just went ahead and removed your IV. Rose barely managed to save you, and you treat your health like it’s nothing—going out into the cold."

"Are you done?"

"No." Clark was looking into her eyes, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Do you think if you disappeared without a word, I wouldn’t be able to find you?

I could search for ten, twenty, thirty years. As long as I’m alive, I won’t stop until there’s nowhere left for you to hide."

He looked into her eyes, emphasizing each word.

"Listen to me, no matter what happens, I won’t let go of your hand. We’re in this together.

I’ll handle my parents. Once all potential dangers are eliminated, they’ll naturally accept us.

Trust me and give me some time."

Carol just looked at his sincere expression, not saying a word.

"Everything that happened to your parents—I grieve for them too.

I know you feel guilty for Crystal’s death.

What we can do now is to seek justice for them, to comfort the Temple family, to bring these criminals to justice so they can’t hurt anyone else."

She remembered what Logan had said at the Riverside Villa:

Parents would do everything for their children’s welfare. They just want their children to live well—otherwise, how could they justify their own sacrifices?

Looking at Clark, Carol said softly,

"I’m not planning on leaving."

Clark was surprised.

"I just wanted to see them in the morgue." Carol’s voice fell.

"I didn’t want to cry in front of you, or worry you."

That was why she went to the morgue alone and cried her heart out.

When she was young, she was taught to not show weakness, to not cry.

So during training, no matter how much she bled or how badly she was hurt, she’d grit her teeth and never let a tear fall.

But seeing her foster parents’ bodies today, she couldn’t help but weep.

She missed them so much and wished they could come back to life.

"It’s normal that your parents can’t accept me.

As parents, they naturally want their child to live a peaceful life. I understand.

If it were my child, I wouldn’t want them to be with someone with a complicated background.

I don’t blame them."

Carol’s words surprised Clark even more.

"I’ll do my best to earn their approval." Carol looked into his eyes, her voice serious.

"My parents haven’t been buried yet. I haven’t avenged them or Crystal yet, so I can’t leave.

I can’t let those people get close to the Temple family—and you."

Standing at the door, Rosemary heard this, a smile playing on her lips as she walked towards the head doctor’s office.

Seeing her approach, the head doctor stood up as if he were greeting an esteemed person in the medical field.

"Dr. Rose, welcome! Please, come take a seat!"