My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 542:

Kristopher leaned forward, his voice gentle. “You’re awake. How are you feeling? Is there any pain?”

As he spoke, he pressed the call button for the medical staff.

She nodded weakly, then shook her head. Beyond the persistent ache of her wound, she felt relatively stable.

The medical team arrived quickly and conducted a brief examination. One of them addressed Kristopher with a reassuring tone. “She’s stable, sir. The surgery went perfectly. There’s no cause for concern.”

Carrie, still weak, tried to lift her hand toward her abdomen, only to find her arm weighed down by the IV. Kristopher gently intercepted her hand. “Don’t move. Tell me what you need.”

Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper as she finally asked the question clawing at her heart. “The baby… how is the baby?”

Kristopher froze, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second before he carefully masked his emotions. “Carrie, you’re still young. We’ll have more chances in the future.”

The words hit her like a physical blow. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them.

Only days ago, she had vowed to protect that tiny life no matter what. Now, the emptiness in her heart felt unbearable. She hadn’t even known if it was a boy or a girl—hadn’t had the chance to see it grow into the person it could have been.

The pain was deeper than the wound on her body. It was a hollow ache that left her feeling like she had failed as a mother.

As she stared at the ceiling, the fragments of her dream came rushing back. Lise’s cold sneer. The gun in her hand.

Her gaze sharpened as she turned to Kristopher, her voice trembling but resolute. “Lise Nash.”

Kristopher frowned in confusion. “What about her?”

Carrie swallowed hard, forcing out the words through the lump in her throat. “She’s the one.”

“She’s the reason this happened. She’s the culprit.”

Kristopher gently patted Carrie’s trembling hand, his tone steady and calm as he tried to placate her. “You’re overthinking this. The culprit’s been caught—it’s a man.”

Carrie’s heart turned cold. Her gaze darkened, and with biting sarcasm, she retorted, “A man, you say? As if she could have orchestrated this all alone. Contracting a hitman? Are you pretending to be oblivious, Mr. Norris, or are you simply feigning ignorance?”

Kristopher’s voice remained patient, almost unnervingly so. “Carrie, please, don’t get yourself worked up. You just came out of surgery.”

But Carrie’s glare burned with unyielding fury. “That woman killed my child, Kristopher! I won’t rest until she pays for it—with her life!”

Kristopher met her anger with composed reasoning. “Carrie, think for a moment. How could she have possibly known you were pregnant? You only announced it today—at the wedding. Even I didn’t know until then. How could she have arranged for something so heinous within three minutes of finding out?”

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