My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 546:

Dr. Hampton was known for her eccentric temperament and elusive nature, not someone easily contacted.

After a long pause, Daxton nodded and responded in a low voice, “Alright.”

Only then did the doctor cautiously ask, “Mr. Garcia, about my family…”

Daxton replied coldly, “They’re safe. I’ll have someone take you to see them. Once the child is safely born, I’ll let your wife return home.”

He paused, then added, “Don’t contact me unless necessary. Make sure no one, especially Kristopher’s people, finds out about our connection.”

Kristopher stepped inside, his every movement deliberate. On the hospital bed lay the man who had caused unimaginable chaos. His body was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. The man had just regained consciousness and was clinging to life.

Kristopher approached silently, adjusting the IV regulator. The slow drip of liquid turned into a rapid stream. The man groaned weakly in pain, his bandaged face contorting.

“Does it hurt?” Kristopher asked, his voice steady and devoid of warmth. “My wife and child suffered infinitely more than you.”

The man turned his head slowly, meeting Kristopher’s gaze. His cracked lips twisted into a faint, mocking smile as he whispered, “You had it coming.” His voice was faint, a raspy thread barely audible over the hum of the monitors.

Oliver, standing by the door, broke out in a cold sweat. He could see the storm brewing in Kristopher’s eyes and feared he might smash the IV stand over the man’s head in a fit of rage. He stepped closer cautiously.

“Mr. Norris,” Oliver interjected quietly, “this man jumped off a mountain and landed on rocks in shallow water. His body is shattered, his internal organs are failing. It’s a miracle he’s alive at all. We haven’t identified him yet, but—”noveldrama

Kristopher adjusted the drip regulator back to its original setting, the liquid slowing once more. The man’s strained groans quieted, though his body remained tense.

“Tell me who’s behind this,” Kristopher said, his tone calm yet laced with menace. “I can make your death quick and spare your family.”

“Or I can make you relive this pain tenfold—and your family won’t escape it either.”

The man snorted, his face full of disdain. Oliver felt a chill run down his spine. That response suggested the man was alone—no family, no connections. Extracting information from him would be next to impossible.

Kristopher’s hand lowered, his eyes narrowing, the murderous intent rolling off him palpable. It took every ounce of his self-control not to strangle the man where he lay.

After a long pause, Kristopher spoke again, his voice cold and indifferent. “My wife is out of danger. Your shot missed. It didn’t kill her or harm the baby—it only caused trouble for her.”

The man’s eyes widened, disbelief flickering across his face. “You’re lying!” he croaked, his voice weak but desperate. He couldn’t accept that his sacrifice had been for nothing. His life had no meaning. But if he died, who would protect Lise? If Carrie and the baby survived, Lise would never be able to marry into the Norris family and have the life she desired.

Thoughts of how he could have handled this task differently flashed in his mind. His breathing grew erratic as his chest heaved. The oxygen mask fogged up rapidly. The doctor hurried over to administer a sedative.

The doctor turned to Kristopher, his voice grave. “Mr. Norris, we’ve done everything we can. He won’t last much longer. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask.”

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