Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Chapter 478

But now, her life partner had become the CEO of a logistics company, which was somewhat embarrassing.

"If people found out that you were adopted by the Collins family..."

Martha didn’t finish her sentence, but Serena quickly lifted her eyes, as if she had realized something.

Yes, if people knew that she was just adopted by the Collins family, how many of them would look up to her?

Who would want her to be a part of their family?

Even if Martin liked her and had no objections, what about his parents?

They adored Martin so much. How could they accept an adopted girl as their daughter-in-law and become a laughing stock?

If she couldn’t even enter the Cooper family, how would other families want a girl like her, who was neither a legitimate heir nor a real lady?

Thinking about this, Serena clenched her fists in anger.

It was all Rosemary’s fault. If she hadn’t returned home, everything would’ve remained as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Because of Rosemary’s arrival, the fairy tale was shattered. She had been reduced from a princess to a Cinderella.

"Oh, right. At that time, the lady should be sleeping. You could use tonight’s incident to earn some sympathy, let her comfort you, and take you shopping tomorrow."

Previously, when Serena asked Clark to reimburse her shopping expenses, she felt guilty, as if she was deceiving Clark.

But now, in her anger, she suddenly felt that the Collins family owed her too much!

Since the Collins family had more money than they could spend, why not let them use it to make up for their debt?

On the other side, Clark used a warm towel to gently wipe Carol’s face.

This face that he had missed countless times was finally within his reach again.

Unlike the cold touch in his dreams, Carol was warm and soft in reality.

She was real.

He no longer had to worry about waking up from a dream and losing her.

This feeling was like regaining a lost treasure. It filled him with joy and made him cherish and appreciate her even more.

Clark washed the towel again, wrung it dry, and gently helped her clean other parts of her body.

He knew that women liked to be clean, so he was very careful and serious about wiping every inch of her skin.

The doctor said her injuries were worse than Rose’s, and she needed meticulous care in the coming days.

On the other side, Dr. Shawn wiped Rosemary’s face and then her neck. After cleaning them, she suddenly noticed that Rosemary’s shoulder was a bit red.

Out of a doctor’s intuition, Dr. Shawn quickly turned Rosemary over, her movements light so that Rosemary could lie on her side.

Because they were still in the living room, and Clark and Carol were nearby, Dr. Shawn specifically looked back to see that Clark was not paying attention to them, and there were no other servants around, so she quickly lifted Rosemary’s clothes to take a look.

Just one glance was enough for her to quickly cover Rosemary back up, her mood sinking to an all-time low, unable to calm down.

A long, red wound was clearly visible on Rosemary’s fair back.

The wound extended to her shoulder as if she had been hit by something long.

Was it a wooden stick? An iron rod? Or a plank?

No, none of these things would leave such a severe mark.

Rosemary’s fair skin was slightly torn, and blood seeped out from within.

Dr. Shawn’s eyes reddened even more. Thinking back to how Rosemary had carried Carol back, she must have been in so much pain then.

There were marks on her calves from grazing bullets. How had she managed to carry someone back, step by step?

Perhaps hearing the soft sobs from Dr. Shawn, Clark turned around, asking softly, "What’s wrong?"

"Alright."

Once he left, Dr. Shawn started to disinfect and apply medication to Rosemary’s back.

Thankfully, Rose had developed this healing medication a while ago. Once applied, it not only relieved pain and accelerated wound healing but also ensured no scars were left.

After applying the medication, Dr. Shawn gently turned Rosemary over. Seeing the bruise on her pale stomach from a punch, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Bastards, all of them!

They were so brutal.

Sobbing, she thought of her leader.

Once the medication was applied, Dr. Shawn thought things over and couldn’t swallow her anger. She sent a message to Jack.

[Our leader’s back is torn open! Her stomach was punched, too! When you see those bastards, show no mercy! Beat them to a pulp! The more brutal, the better!]

She also sent an emoticon of someone being beaten up, but it didn’t feel enough.

Everyone else had gone out to fight for their leader. What was she doing here alone?

No, she had to go, too!

"Clark, I’m leaving the leader in your care. Call me if anything happens. I’ll come back as fast as I can. If there’s an emergency, there are other doctors in the lab who can help."

As Dr. Shawn spoke, she glanced at the girl on the couch, "She won’t wake up anytime soon."

"Where are you going?" Clark asked worriedly.

"I have something to do."

After saying goodbye, Dr. Shawn asked for a location and was about to head over when she noticed the rest of the house staff stealthily following her, crouching and sneaking around.