My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 566:

“Good. You may go,” Kristopher said, his tone detached.

Carrie quickly slipped into the shadows of a nearby empty room, her heartbeat quickening. She stayed there, waiting until the sound of the maid’s retreating footsteps disappeared into the silence. Emerging quietly, she tiptoed up the stairs.

The third floor was dim, except for a single room with a soft glow spilling into the hallway. She moved toward the light and stopped just short of the doorway, peering inside.

Kristopher sat on a sofa, his expression tense, while several doctors huddled around a table, engrossed in a discussion. The air in the room was thick with the pungent aroma of herbs. Kristopher reached for his cigarette pack but hesitated, glancing at the medicinal plants before putting it down.

“How long until we see results?” he asked impatiently. “This stuff smells terrible, and she hates bitterness.”

One doctor, studying the prescription in his hands, sighed. “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris’s uterine injury is extensive. Traditional medicine works holistically and requires time to show results. Unfortunately, immediate effects are unlikely.”

Another doctor nodded. “We’re trying to ensure the medicine is effective while minimizing risks.”

Stronger ingredients might show faster results, but they could lead to dangerous side effects,” the doctor paused, then added, “This makes it hard to improve the taste.”

A third doctor hesitated, then spoke cautiously. “If it’s about infertility, surrogacy options nowadays are highly advanced. There are alternatives…”

“What did you just say?” A cold, sharp voice sliced through the conversation.

The doctors turned in unison toward the doorway, where Carrie stood in her white nightgown. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her wide, tear-filled eyes seemed to belong to a ghostly apparition from a gothic novel.

The room fell into an uneasy silence. The doctors exchanged panicked glances, their nervousness evident.

Kristopher immediately rose and approached her, his movements careful, almost wary. “Carrie,” he said gently, “you’re awake? Couldn’t sleep? Should I have the kitchen make you some comforting soup?”

He reached out to brush a lock of hair from her face.

Carrie slapped his hand away, her glare fixed on the group of doctors. “What did you say just now?” she demanded, her voice trembling but fierce. “Infertility? Are you saying I can’t have children anymore?”

The doctors froze, their eyes darting between Kristopher and Carrie. None of them dared to speak.

Kristopher raised a hand, dismissing them. “You can leave now.”

Relieved, the doctors quickly began gathering their medical kits and prescriptions, eager to escape the tension in the room.

But Carrie wasn’t finished. She stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of the eldest doctor as he tried to slip past her.

“Answer me!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Can I not have children anymore?”

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