My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 541:

Lise, increasingly distressed, said, “Why can’t I simply be upset? I’m not hiding anything from you! I’m already under enough pressure, so stop being so suspicious!”

Inside the operating room, a foreign doctor entered, his presence immediately commanding attention. “Mr. Norris has asked me to take charge of this procedure,” he announced, his tone calm but authoritative.

Outside, the hospital was in complete lockdown, sealed by Kristopher’s security forces. Kristopher had indeed assembled a team of top specialists, leaving no room for error as they finalized the surgical plan.noveldrama

One of the surgeons eyed the newcomer and hesitated before asking, “Wait… aren’t you the renowned Weblon surgeon?” The doctor placed a finger to his lips, silencing the inquiry. “Let’s focus on the task at hand. There’s a life on this table.”

The indirect confirmation of the man’s identity seemed to settle the team’s nerves. After all, this surgeon was said to be a miracle worker, capable of extracting even the most perilous bullets with minimal damage.

The surgery was a success. The bullet was removed cleanly, with barely any harm to Carrie’s body.

In the recovery room, she lay motionless under anesthesia, her breathing soft and steady beneath the oxygen mask. Kristopher stood at her bedside, his bloodstained shirt a stark reminder of the chaos that had led them here. He stared at her face, his expression unreadable, though his trembling hand betrayed his turmoil.

More than once, he reached out as if to touch her cheek, only to stop and let his hand fall back. He feared even the slightest pressure might cause her pain.

Eventually, he pulled a chair close and sat down, watching her in silence. A nurse stepped forward hesitantly. “Mr. Norris, it’ll be hours before the anesthesia wears off.”

“Perhaps you should get something to eat?”

Kristopher didn’t acknowledge her, his focus unyielding.

One of his subordinates approached, speaking in a low voice. “Sir, it might be a good idea to change your clothes. When Mrs. Norris wakes up and sees the blood, it could bring back unpleasant memories.”

After a long moment, Kristopher rose to his feet and followed them out, reluctant but aware they were right.

Carrie woke to a sharp, searing pain. The anesthesia’s protective haze was gone, replaced by a throbbing ache that seemed to pull at her flesh and bone. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Kristopher sitting by her side, worry etched into his every feature.

He had changed into a crisp blue shirt, clean but understated, his earlier white one discarded along with its bloody reminders. His hair was damp, carrying the faint scent of soap mingled with the sterile antiseptic of the hospital. But his weariness was unmistakable—bloodshot eyes, the shadow of stubble darkening his jawline.

Despite everything, seeing him there eased the tight knot of fear that had gripped her since she woke.

Her mind, however, was still caught in the clutches of a vivid nightmare. Over and over, she had relived the moment she was shot. In the last moment of her dream, she turned around, heart racing, and there was Lise, poised and unwavering, gripping the gun tightly in her hands. Dressed in white, Lise had sneered, her voice cold and triumphant, “With you gone, I’ll be the bride.”

The nightmare had felt so real that even now, Carrie’s heart raced at the memory. Her throat felt parched, preventing speech.

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