Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Chapter 471

"If you feel like your sickness is a burden to others, then get better soon."

"If you believe your status is causing misfortune to those around you, find a way to shake it off."

"We’re only given one shot at life—live for yourself at least once. Don’t surrender to fate, don’t admit defeat so easily. That kind of loss isn’t cool at all."

"Even if you have to leave this world, you can’t do it in such a disgraceful way."

"Next, you need to take care of your health. Have faith in yourself. Your confidence will inspire those around you to be confident and brave."

"Rosemary, thank you." The girl’s heartstrings were pulled, her voice full of gratitude. "Do you know? All these years, no one has ever spoken to me like this."

She was like a puppet on a string—manipulated and commanded from a young age. What to do, what not to do, everything was planned out for her.

All sorts of restrictions and rules bound her.

No one ever told her that she could live for herself, and that’s what made her so pessimistic about life.

"Get some rest." Rosemary glanced at the time. It was already past three in the morning.

"You can sleep in the bed next to you." The girl’s voice was even softer than before, clearly treating Rosemary as one of her own now. "Dennis has already washed the sheets and blankets. They’re clean."

"No need, I’ll just rest my eyes." Rosemary sat in the chair, leaning back against the wall in a cool, boss-like posture.

Through the glass wall, the girl could sense Rosemary’s cool aura. Their personalities seemed to mesh well.

Another hour passed. A light rain began to fall outside. A cold wind slipped through the gap in the window, bringing a hint of chill.

Rosemary heard the girl next door carefully turning over. She opened her eyes and asked softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, I’m fine." The girl was almost gritting her teeth—the poison inside her body had struck again. Over the past year and a half, she had been living in that torture, in endless pain.

"Give me your hand." Rosemary guessed that the pill from earlier was working. Apart from relieving pain, coupled with acupuncture, it could also force out some of the poison in the body.

Of course, only a small amount.

The girl was already shaking with pain. She extended her hand. Rosemary’s slender fingers fell on her wrist. Sure enough.

The poison had been forced into her chest, but it needed a little more push to be expelled.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling caught Rosemary’s ear.

The girl saw her most precious thing fall to the ground. She wanted to pick it up, but she had no strength left in her body.

"Dropped something?" Rosemary asked softly. "Do you need help?"

"No need." The girl stretched out her hand to pick it up but fell to the ground along with it, making a muffled noise.

This time, Rosemary couldn’t just sit by. She got up and went to the room next door.

The girl heard someone knocking on the door and immediately said, "Don’t bother about me."

Her voice was too soft, completely drowned out by the wind and rain outside. Rosemary didn’t hear it and just said, "I’m coming in."

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the girl quickly raised her voice. "Don’t come close!"

Rosemary smirked. "Are you afraid of dragging me down?"

"Everyone who has seen me ended up badly. They were hunted down."

The girl thought that would deter Rosemary.

But Rosemary just smirked dismissively. "Oh, that sounds quite thrilling."

The girl was stunned by her words.

Rosemary stepped inside and saw the silhouette of a girl sprawled on the ground, seemingly reaching for a necklace.

Rosemary moved closer and picked up the necklace.

Just then, her mobile phone vibrated in her pocket. As she took it out, a small silver key and a symbolic necklace unexpectedly fell to the ground.

Seeing those two items, the girl on the floor instantly narrowed her eyes, her suspicion and alertness toward Rosemary growing.

"Spit it out," Rosemary said, answering the call without first noticing the girl’s face.

"Boss, the results of the second phase of Project P3 have been released."

"I don’t have time for this right now," Rosemary said, ending the call. She picked up the two little items on the floor and put them in her pocket before handing the fallen necklace back to the girl.

The girl’s cold, pale face caught Rosemary’s attention, causing her to freeze momentarily as she was stunned.

"Carol?!"

That face was identical to the one in the photo Clark had shown her earlier—except it was a shade paler and looked a bit sickly.

Withstanding the pain, Carol made a swift move toward Rosemary, who managed to dodge it. Just as Rosemary was about to speak, Carol gritted her teeth and asked, "Why do you have those two things on you?"

Rosemary was a bit puzzled as she curiously asked, "Are you talking about the things I just dropped?"

"Exactly!"

The silver key was a gift Carol had hidden in her mother’s scarf.

And the symbolic necklace was a significant item she had entrusted to Clark, hidden inside his amulet.

But why were those two items in Rosemary’s possession?

Was Rosemary a part of the organization? Had the old men sent her?

Understanding dawned on Rosemary. She smirked, pulling out her phone and turning on the video recording function to document the upcoming scene.

"Since you’ve guessed it, I won’t hide it from you. Yes, Clark is dead."

Carol’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

Clark was dead?

The person she cared for the most was dead!

When did that happen?!

The sudden bad news made Carol’s heart clench; the pain became even more intense than before.

"Clark was an obstacle in your path. I had to remove him for you."

Carol’s thin body trembled in anger. She glared at Rosemary. "Who gave you the right to decide for me? Who allowed you to lay a hand on him?"

Her last sentence was filled with rage. Anyone could easily tell that she cared deeply for him.

Good, the poison within her body would soon be forced out.

"Is it Mathew? Or one of the other old men? Who gave the order? Who allowed you to touch a hair on his head?!"

"It doesn’t matter," Rosemary said indifferently. "What matters is that Clark is dead. The obstacle has been removed."

"I told you, none of you were allowed to touch him! Are you all deaf? Not one of you heard me clearly?"

Carol’s enraged appearance bore a striking resemblance to her own.

Rosemary smirked as she continued to tease her. "You’re like a completely different person now. I must say, I quite preferred your gentler side. It’s just a man. If you return to the organization, I can easily find you another one."

"You could search the world and not find another like him," Carol retorted disdainfully. "Besides, I don’t even want one. I won’t be returning with you. Today, I’ll take your head first—then send the rest of the old men to hell to repent to him."

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