My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 544:

A memory surfaced from her hometown, a neighbor’s tale. Children who died before birth were said to wander, lost, and alone. Her baby, so tiny and fragile—would it be frightened in that unknown, dark realm? Her thoughts drifted, lost in the fog of grief.

Kristopher, initially silent, reached for his phone. He opened WhatsApp, switched to a different account, and a cascade of unread messages from Kailee and others flooded the screen. He cast a quick, indifferent glance at the surprised onlookers, then turned to Carrie. “This account belonged to Lise,” he explained softly. “I recovered it after she left the country years ago.”

Carrie, her tears dried, remained silent. Kristopher’s gaze lingered on her, then turned cold and direct. “Escort Ms. Nixon out.”

A bodyguard stepped forward. “Ms. Nixon, please leave. The evidence against Lise was a misunderstanding. If you doubt us, we can show you the surveillance footage.”

Camille glanced at Carrie, a soft plea in her voice. “Carrie…”

“I meant to return it, but I forgot. I reset the passwords, so she couldn’t access it.” Camille was left stunned. Seizing the moment, Kailee yanked her arm free, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Carrie deserves this. She helped you steal Albin from me, and now fate has repaid her. She got served!”

Kristopher’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing within. With a curt nod, he signaled the bodyguards, who swiftly seized Kailee.

“Let go of me!” Kailee struggled. “My aunt is the matriarch of the Norris family! How dare you treat me like this?” The guards, unmoved, dragged her from the room.

Carrie remained unaffected by this turn of events. She was certain Lise was the puppet master. This small confusion wouldn’t deter her. Camille, too, believed Lise was the mastermind.

“Even if Lise didn’t receive that message, she could have found out another way,” she protested.

Kristopher’s gaze, icy and disdainful, fell upon her. “Carrie just had surgery. If you truly care about her, you’d let her rest, instead of upsetting her with baseless accusations.”

His contempt for Camille had reached its peak. If not for Carrie, he would have silenced her long ago.

An assistant approached. Kristopher nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Mrs. Norris,” the assistant began. “We’ve confirmed that Ailyn Chavez, a high school classmate of yours, punctured your car tires last night. Surveillance footage shows her near the hospital during your check-up.”

Camille’s anger flared. “That idiot! Why target you instead of Cory’s wife?”

A wave of guilt washed over her. Had she been more vigilant about Ailyn, perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided.

Carrie’s eyelids drooped gently as she murmured weakly, “Camille, perhaps you should return.”

With a sigh, Camille responded, her voice tinged with resignation, “I’ll visit again in a few days.”

Kristopher’s tone was cold as he interjected, “If you intend to keep digging for what you call evidence, save yourself the trouble. I’ll handle the investigation into the shooting and manage Ailyn myself.”

Caught in the middle of a dispute between his beloved and his respected brother, Albin rushed in, feeling deeply conflicted. Having spoken with Kristopher’s associates in the hallway, Albin had pieced together the situation and understood Camille’s misstep. Despite this, he found it impossible to reprimand her now for her rash decisions.

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