My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 553:

The blood drained from Kristopher’s face. “Carrie,” he said, stepping closer to her wheelchair, his voice thick with worry, “are you alright? Did you take any of it? Did you get checked?”

Carrie’s tone was cold, her expression unreadable. “I didn’t take that supplement.”

Kristopher let out an audible sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.

Carrie’s gaze bore into him, her voice flat but cutting. “Are you relieved that I’m okay? Or relieved that I didn’t take the ‘supplement,’ so Lise won’t be charged with attempted murder?”

Her words hit him like a slap.

Kristopher’s jaw tightened, and his expression twisted with guilt. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “Lise is still young. She wouldn’t have done this on her own. This has Willow’s and her son’s fingerprints all over it. I’ll make sure they pay for this.”noveldrama

Carrie let out a hollow scoff, her lips curving into a bitter smile. She said nothing, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes: she had stopped expecting him to stand by her side long ago.

Daxton, who had been watching the exchange with faint amusement, suddenly interjected. His tone was calm but laced with a dangerous edge. “So, it was the housekeeper and her son that meddled in this? Fine. But Kristopher, what about the assassin?”

Carrie’s eyelashes fluttered faintly at Daxton’s words, the stillness in her eyes finally breaking. She looked up at Daxton, waiting for him to continue.

Kristopher, however, remained unmoved, though unease flickered beneath his composed facade. His voice was menacing, an unmistakable warning. “Daxton, think carefully—before you speak.”

The icy finality in his tone was palpable, as though it came from the depths of hell itself.

Daxton didn’t so much as flinch. His unwavering gaze locked onto Carrie. “The one who hurt you this time is someone who once pursued Lise,” he said, his voice calm but deliberate.

Kristopher’s composed mask slipped for a brief moment, his expression faltering. The implications struck him like a blow. But within seconds, he recovered, his tone sharpening with icy resolve. “I’ve already investigated this. It has nothing to do with Lise. Don’t twist the facts to create unnecessary conflict.”

Daxton’s jaw tightened, and he let out a bitter laugh. “Am I the one twisting the facts? Or are you deliberately covering for her?” The tension between the two men thickened. Daxton, nearly as tall as Kristopher, refused to back down. They faced each other like two unyielding forces, both unwilling to relent.

Kristopher’s gaze softened slightly as he turned to Carrie. “Lise grew up in a small town where everyone’s practically family. With her looks, it’s not surprising a few men her age wooed her,” he explained, his tone measured, clearly attempting to rationalize the situation.

But Carrie, sitting in her wheelchair, showed no reaction. Her expression was calm, detached, as if she were merely an observer to someone else’s argument.

Her silence unnerved Kristopher far more than anger or defiance ever could. He would have preferred her to yell, cry, or fight him. But this? This unshakable indifference felt like a void—an emptiness that seemed to pull him under, leaving him unable to gauge what lay beneath the surface.

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