My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 551:

Kristopher’s expression didn’t falter. Instead, he gave a faint smile. “You seem to have some strength back,” he said lightly. “Enough to argue with me.”

Carrie’s face hardened. Without a word, she hurled the glass to the floor. It shattered into jagged pieces, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. A shard caught her arm, leaving a thin, bright line of blood that began to bead and drip.

Kristopher’s eyes darkened with pain as he reached for her arm, but she jerked away, her voice sharp. “What? Do you want me to have deeper scars?”

For a moment, his composure cracked, the hurt flickering in his eyes, but his voice remained soft. “I’ll call the doctor to tend to your wound,” he said. “Then I’ll go back to the office.”

He stepped aside to make the call. Carrie watched him coldly as he gathered his laptop and files. He sighed softly before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Only after he was gone did Carrie relax slightly.

With the maid’s help, she sipped some water. The nurse arrived shortly after to clean up the broken glass, and the doctor came to redress Carrie’s wound. As he worked, he spoke gently, though his voice carried a quiet firmness.

“Mrs. Norris,” he began, “I understand the pain of losing a child. No one can truly grasp your grief, but it’s important to remember—this was an accident. No one wanted this to happen.”

The doctor hesitated, then continued. “Directing your anger at those who care for you will only deepen your pain. One day, if you regret it, you won’t be able to take it back.”

Carrie’s eyes reddened, but no tears fell. She lay there, her gaze distant, offering no response. The doctor sighed, packed his things, and left.

In the corridor outside, Kristopher sat on a bench, his laptop open on his lap. He hadn’t returned to the office as promised but chose to stay nearby. Doctors and nurses stole glances at him as they passed, astonished that a man of his stature could do so much for his wife. Their eyes filled with sympathy. In their hearts, they couldn’t help but think that Carrie was being ungrateful.

Half a month passed in this agonizing limbo. Carrie remained in the hospital, withdrawn and silent, her grief impenetrable.noveldrama

Kristopher, for his part, never left the corridor. But after that day, he no longer dared to visit her while she was awake. Instead, he would sneak into her room when she was asleep, sitting by her bed in silence.

He made the corridor his temporary home, working from the bench during the day and retreating to an empty room for short naps after Carrie’s lunch. The toll on him was undeniable. His once-sharp features grew gaunt, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. His suits hung looser.

Oliver finally voiced his concern. “Mr. Norris,” he said, his voice quivering with emotion, “you can’t keep this up. You haven’t been eating, barely sleeping. Even the strongest man has his limits. Punishing yourself won’t bring the baby back.”

Kristopher ignored him, his eyes fixed on the documents before him. “How’s the investigation going?” he asked instead, his tone cool and detached.

The perpetrator had died the night he was rushed into the emergency unit.

Oliver’s shoulders slumped as he delivered the update. “We discovered he had no family and no connections. He was recently released prior to the attack.”

He felt a deep pity for Carrie and an overwhelming heartache for Kristopher. They were such genuinely good people, yet life seemed cruelly determined to burden them with relentless hardships.

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