My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 577:

His attempt to explain faltered as Lise stood, stepping cautiously toward Kristopher. “Ms. Campbell,” she said softly, her voice trembling, “please don’t blame Kristopher. This has nothing to do with him.”

He was drunk, and the manager didn’t know what to do, so they called me—”

Carrie stepped forward and slapped Lise hard across the face, cutting her off mid-sentence. The sound echoed through the room, drawing gasps from the onlookers.

“The murderer of my child has no right to speak in front of me,” Carrie said coldly, her voice cutting like ice.

Lise stumbled backward, falling to the ground. Her hand landed on the shards of broken glass, and blood immediately oozed from the fresh cuts on her palm.

Carrie’s anger was like an adrenaline shot. Despite being in a fragile state herself, she still had enough strength to knock Lise over.

“Ahh!” Lise let out a cry but quickly bit her lip, as if trying to endure the pain.

Kristopher moved instinctively, stepping forward to help her up. His tone was sharp as he turned to Carrie.

He said, “Carrie, let’s stick to the facts. The shooting case hasn’t been fully investigated. Even if Lise is a suspect, she’s not guilty until proven so. How can you just decide she’s guilty? And today’s incident was my fault. I was drunk. It had nothing to do with Lise. If you’re angry, take it out on me. Don’t drag innocent people into this. Since when did you become so unreasonable?”

Carrie’s eyes burned with fury as she stared at him. “Reasonable? You want me to be reasonable with a murderer? What am I, a saint?”

Her sneer deepened, and she stepped closer. “Kristopher, let me make one thing clear. She has no right to speak, and neither do you. You’re worse than her—disgusting, hypocritical, pathetic! You want to play the victim while being the hero at the same time. You claim to love her, but you won’t leave me.”

“You stay married just to keep up your perfect image and protect the Norris Group’s stock price. Hypocrite!”

Kristopher’s face darkened, but before he could respond, a police officer stepped forward. “Mr. Norris,” the officer asked, “regarding this assault case, do you want to pursue criminal charges or settle privately?”

Kristopher’s gaze lingered on Carrie before shifting to Camille.

Carrie moved to stand protectively in front of Camille, her tone cold and determined. “I won’t let you harm Camille without consequences.” Her wary gaze locked onto Kristopher, treating him as if he were a serious offender.

“Is that how you see me?” Kristopher’s eyes showed a mixture of pain and disbelief as he looked back at her. The effects of the alcohol intensified his feelings, causing his hands to shake as he struggled to maintain his composure. Had anyone but Carrie been in front of him, he might have given in to his rage and destroyed everything in sight.

Albin intervened hastily, mustering a strained smile. “Carrie, you know Kristopher bears no ill will toward Camille. Remember, Camille hit him first. She’s not entirely innocent here.”

Camille slowly turned to Albin, her face showing clear disappointment. “Albin, are you listening to yourself? How am I to blame here?” She sarcastically presented her wrists to him, her smile bitter. “Why don’t you hand me over to the authorities? Maybe they’ll lock me away for a decade or two, proving your dedication to Kristopher.”

Albin moved closer, his voice low, his look stern. “Calm down, please.”noveldrama

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