"I don't wanna live without Crystal." Celeste was on the verge of a breakdown, sobbing uncontrollably.
Alger mourned as well, quoting an old saying, "The grief of the old burying the young."
"Everyone, please calm down," Rosemary finally managed to get a word in.
Before, they were all talking at once, not giving her a chance to speak.
"Listen to me. Crystal's condition is extremely critical. She's being moved to the ICU now."
Celeste's tears halted in her eyes. "Are you saying that she's still alive?"
"Yes," Rosemary confirmed gently. "But her situation is serious. You need to prepare yourselves."
"No, I beg you, Rose, you must save her. She can't die—she's the only daughter of the Temple family. I'm begging you." Celeste fell to her knees in front of Rosemary, bowing her head in a desperate plea.
"Aunt Celeste, please, get up," Rosemary quickly reached out to help her.
Alger also knelt down, pleading, "I beg you too. Whatever you want, I will give it to you—just save her!"
