My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 565:

“Yes, sir,” the aide replied with quiet deference.

Night blanketed Bayview Villa, and a cool chill crept into the air. In her room, Carrie sat at her desk, completely absorbed in her work. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as the words flowed effortlessly. When she finally paused to stretch, a glance at her word count revealed she had written ten thousand words. Her back ached from sitting too long, and as she stood to stretch, she felt the tension ease. After freshening up, she changed into her nightclothes and slipped into bed, hoping for a good night’s sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, a soft knock came at the door. “Mrs. Norris, are you still up?” a maid called gently from the hallway.

“Yes, come in,” Carrie said absently.

The maid entered, balancing a tray with a single bowl. The scent of the contents hit Carrie instantly—a dark, earthy aroma with a sharp pungency that made her nose wrinkle. Carrie frowned as she sat up. “What is this?”

“A supplement, ma’am,” the maid said with practiced politeness, setting the tray down on the bedside table.

“Where did it come from?” Carrie’s voice was cautious, her recent experience with mysterious supplements fresh in her mind.

The maid, sensing her hesitation, quickly explained. “It was prescribed by the medical team Mr. Norris hired. The doctor handed it to me directly in Mr. Norris’s presence. Dr. Molina also reviewed it to ensure there were no issues.”noveldrama

Carrie eyed the bowl suspiciously, her doubts lingering. “Did they say what kind of supplement it is?” She remembered asking the doctor upon discharge, who had assured her she didn’t need any medication.

The maid shook her head apologetically. “I’m not sure, ma’am. But I was assured it’s safe.”

Carrie sighed, unwilling to make a fuss over what was likely just another herbal concoction. Bracing herself, she picked up the bowl and downed the liquid in one gulp. The taste was horrific. The concoction burned her throat and made her stomach churn. She gagged, her hand shooting to her mouth to stifle the reflex. It was more than bitter—it was acrid, thick, and strangely pungent, as though the ingredients had been dredged from a swamp. More like a remedy for some obscure ailment than for a gunshot wound.

Her lips twisted in disgust as she set the empty bowl back on the tray. “That was awful,” she muttered, waving the maid away.

Alone again, Carrie sat on the edge of the bed, the bitterness clinging to her tongue like an unwelcome guest. She stood and made her way to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. Halfway to the bathroom, a strange impulse struck her. Without fully understanding why, she turned toward the bedroom door instead. She opened it cautiously and stepped into the hallway.

From her vantage point, she noticed the study door slightly ajar, the room beyond completely dark. A flicker of unease crept into her mind. “Where is Kristopher?” she wondered. A cold knot formed in her stomach. Was he with Lise? Her gaze shifted to the third-floor corridor, where a faint light spilled out from under the door of another room.

Carrie’s footsteps slowed as she approached the staircase, her ears catching the faint sound of Kristopher’s voice. “Did Carrie drink it all?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Norris. She drank it all and has already gone to her room,” the maid replied.

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