My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 557:

Kristopher’s eyes snapped to the doctor at the back. “Dr. Ramsey, you were the lead surgeon. Do you have any suggestions?”

Dr. Ramsey, addressed directly, stepped forward with respect. “Mr. Norris, I’m a surgeon, but I’m not well-versed in gynecology or restorative treatments. Although Dr. Hampton was originally from Mother, she had spent much of her life abroad. Aside from Dr.

Ramsey, all the doctors present were from Mothor, so they were unfamiliar with Dr. Hampton. Since Dr. Hampton wasn’t mentioned, Dr. Ramsey didn’t bring her up. His family was still under Daxton’s control, and without Daxton’s consent, he didn’t dare share anything with Kristopher.

“Understood. Keep searching for specialists and treatment options. If you find anything worthwhile, contact me right away.”

Kristopher relaxed his hands, stood, and walked toward the door. Pausing briefly, he turned his head slightly, his voice firm. “This matter is confidential. Do not let Mrs. Norris find out.”

Kristopher left the study and made his way toward the bedroom. Carrie had already bathed and slipped into her pajamas. She sat by the bed while the maid blow-dried her hair.

Kristopher approached silently, taking the hairdryer from the maid and motioning for her to leave. He stood behind Carrie, assuming she hadn’t noticed his presence.

As the maid left, Carrie spoke softly. “Kristopher, let’s get a divorce.”

“What would you like for dinner tonight? Since you just got out of the hospital, no beef or seafood, okay? It could cause inflammation. How about some chicken?”

He paused for a moment but quickly resumed drying her hair. The strands of her hair slipped through his fingers, delicate and fragile, mirroring the fragility of their relationship. He couldn’t bring himself to hold them too tightly, fearing he might hurt her.

He noticed his hands were trembling ever so slightly.

Carrie sat quietly, allowing him to tend to her hair.

She continued, “If you want to protect Lise, I won’t stand in your way. I don’t have the energy to fight anymore. All I’m asking is for you to let me go. Don’t force me to share a roof with the person responsible for my child’s death.”

When her hair was dry, Kristopher switched off the hairdryer and put it down. He sat next to her and pulled her into his arms, as though he could hold her together with his strength alone.

“Don’t say that,” he whispered. “This is my fault. I failed to protect you and our child. Please, just give me a chance to fix it.”

To Carrie, his words were a confession—an unspoken acknowledgment that Lise had been the one behind the attack.

“Kristopher…” she whispered, trying to pull away from his grip. His arms felt like steel bars—unyielding and firm. Realizing she couldn’t escape, she murmured, “Then find the evidence to send Lise to prison. Let her face the consequences. A life for a life—that’s justice.”

Kristopher let out a deep sigh. “Carrie, this isn’t about Lise…”noveldrama

He paused, then, after a moment, made the painful decision to open an old wound he had buried for years. “I had a sister once,” he began. “She died in a car accident when I was just a child. The one who shot you was the same driver who killed her.”

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