My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 570:

Carrie’s voice, though faint, cut through the silence like a knife. “Don’t apologize. You don’t mean it.”

Kristopher stiffened, but she went on, her tone laced with bitterness. “You don’t truly believe you’ve done anything wrong, so why waste time on empty words? You were always honest, Kristopher. I never expected you to show such a despicable side.”

Though her lips curved into a bitter sneer, tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, trailing down to her mouth. Hearing her speak—even with such venom—brought him a flicker of relief.

He tightened his hold on her, his voice thick with emotion. “I do think I’ve been wrong. I didn’t protect you the way I should have. I let—I…”

Before he could finish, Carrie slipped her hand out from beneath the blanket and pushed him away. “Even now, you refuse to admit the truth,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “You shielded Lise. She’s responsible for our child’s death.”

Kristopher grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. “I didn’t shield her,” he said, his voice steady. He hesitated, then added, “I’ve asked Oliver to investigate her relationship with that man. I need to know if she had anything to do with this.”

Carrie turned to face him, her wide eyes searching his face. They were so close now that she could feel his breath—warm and faintly scented with wood—against her skin. Her voice was slow and deliberate as she asked, “If it turns out she is the mastermind, what do you plan to do?”

Kristopher’s expression hardened, his lips pressing into a thin line. It was clear he hadn’t truly considered this question before. In his eyes, Lise was the kindest person in the world. How could someone with her heart want to harm his wife and child? The thought made his heart ache.

Carrie’s eyes narrowed, her tone growing colder. “If Lise Nash is the culprit, what. Do. You. Plan. To. Do?”

Kristopher held her gaze for a long moment before lowering his eyes, unable to meet her stare.

His voice, when it came, was soft but resolute. “If Lise is involved, I’ll send her abroad immediately. She’ll have to face the consequences on her own.”

Carrie let out a sharp, bitter laugh, her scorn cutting deeper than any accusation. “Abroad? With millions in assets and the best medical care at her disposal? You call that facing consequences?” Her voice dripped with derision as she continued, “Kristopher, I understand the words you’re saying. What I don’t understand is the meaning behind them.” Her gaze swept over him, cool and detached. “But I’ll give you credit for one thing—your honesty. At least you won’t even bother lying to me to protect her. Your apology is lost on me, but it’s clear you protect and favor her unconditionally.”

Kristopher’s fingers curled tightly into the edge of the blanket, his knuckles whitening before he finally let go. His voice, barely above a whisper, was strained. “Carrie, I lost my younger sister once. I can’t let the only part of her left in this world…”noveldrama

He trailed off, the memory of his sister flashing vividly in his mind. The sight of her bloodied body, the final moments when he had failed to protect her—it was a wound that had never fully healed.

Carrie turned away from him, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. Her voice was cold and final. “I’m tired. I don’t want to hear you talk anymore.”

Kristopher froze, his words catching in his throat. He stared at her back for a long time, the silence between them growing heavier with each passing second. Finally, he stood. “Goodnight,” he said quietly before walking out of the room.

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