My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 556:

Daxton’s voice was as cold as always. He was polite, yet there was no hint of the affection one would expect from a mother and son.

Mila’s anxiety grew, and her voice became more insistent. Daxton’s tone grew colder. “Just focus on being Mrs. Garcia.”

“It’s better if you stay out of other things. Worrying too much will just age you faster.”

Mila’s voice trembled with a mix of fear and hurt. “Daxton, I am your mother.”noveldrama

A cruel, almost invisible smile curved Daxton’s lips. “Funny how things work, isn’t it? When I was a kid, I passed out from a high fever, and it was a stranger who took me to the hospital. You didn’t even remember me then, but now you do.”

Mila went silent, struck by his words.

Daxton’s voice turned icy. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you. If you need money, just ask.”

Mila’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Is this really all we are?”

“Yes. I think this is enough,” Daxton replied, his tone cold as he hung up the phone.

At Bayview Villa…

The house had become livelier with a few more maids from the Norris Mansion now helping take care of Carrie.

Seeing Carrie lost and upset, one of the older maids tried to reassure her. “Mrs. Norris, everything will get better.”

Carrie whispered gently, “It will get better,” her eyes unknowingly drifting to her flat stomach. The emptiness was suffocating.

Except for that one medical report, there was no trace that a child had ever been there. It wasn’t going to get better.

When she and Kristopher had mended their relationship, she had honestly believed things would change, that happiness was finally in sight.

But there were limits to how much disappointment one could bear.

After some time, the maid carefully wheeled Carrie toward the bathroom to help her bathe. Kristopher didn’t follow her into the bedroom. Instead, he made his way to the study.

A group of doctors had been waiting for some time. As he walked in, they stood and greeted him. “Mr. Norris.”

Kristopher sat behind the desk and methodically reviewed a report. When he finished, he placed the report back on the table, folded his hands over his knees, and gestured toward it with a subtle nod. “What does this mean? Does it mean she will never be able to conceive again?”

The doctors shared brief, uneasy glances before a female doctor stepped forward, choosing her words with caution. “It’s not entirely impossible, but the chances are very slim. The gunshot wound was severe, and it’s a miracle that her uterus was even spared.”

A cold gleam flashed in Kristopher’s eyes as he asked quietly, “Is there any treatment?”

One of the doctors hesitated before suggesting, “We could attempt to gradually nurture her back to health.”

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