My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 36:

“Should I drive you back to the hotel? Carrie… what happened?” Ruby leaned out, poised to help Carrie in, yet as her eyes took in the scene, her expression darkened with worry.

Ruby immediately unfastened her seatbelt and rushed over to Carrie. Her concern was palpable as she exclaimed, “I was only away for a few minutes—how did you end up bleeding so terribly? Where are you injured? Did you stumble and fall?”

Following Ruby’s attentive glance, Carrie looked down and saw her pants were stained with blood around the calf. She managed a weak smile and said with forced calmness, “The burn from that fire the other day hasn’t quite healed. I must’ve bumped it and got hit by some boiling water, probably tore it open again.”

Ruby’s eyes widened in alarm. She stooped to lift the hem of Carrie’s pants, her hands hovering uncertainly, wary of inflicting more pain. After a brief hesitation, Ruby straightened, offered her arm to Carrie, and escorted her to the vehicle, swinging the door open. “Get in. I’ll drive you to the hospital to get that checked out.”

Realizing the risks of an improperly healed wound, Carrie didn’t delay.

She gave a quick nod and cautiously settled into the passenger seat. Ruby selected a reputable hospital, and they reached it in just ten minutes.

Once there, Ruby guided Carrie to a chair in the bustling lobby and said, “Stay here, I’ll go sign you in.”

As Ruby disappeared into the crowd, Carrie’s gaze wandered across the room and stopped short.

There was a familiar silhouette. It was Kristopher, clutching a pile of paperwork.

Carrie’s heart sank as she pieced together for whom those papers were likely meant. Ever the golden boy, Kristopher willingly took care of all the hospital formalities for Lise without a second thought.noveldrama

With a bitter twist to her lips, Carrie rose to her feet.

“Carrie?” His familiar voice echoed from behind.

With purposeful determination, Carrie brushed off Kristopher’s call and continued walking as if she hadn’t heard a thing. Kristopher, however, wasn’t about to let her go so easily. He seized her wrist firmly, demanding, “What are you doing here?” Despite her efforts to wrench free—pulling once, then again—Kristopher’s hold was unyielding, more like iron clamps than fingers.

Carrie inhaled sharply, faced him with a flash of irritation, and snapped, “We’re in a public hospital, not your personal property, Mr. Norris. What makes you think I shouldn’t be here?”

His suspicions bubbled over as he accused her, “Did you come here just because I gave her the lead role? Is that it?” He didn’t wait for her to confirm, his tone already shifting as he added, “Look, Carrie, let’s not drag Lise into our issues. This is between you and me.”

With a scoff, Carrie eyed him coldly, her voice dripping with scorn. “Believe me, I have zero interest in you or your darling. It’s purely coincidental that we auditioned for the same part and ended up here at the same time. Now, will you let go of my arm?”

Kristopher’s grip remained, though his voice lost some of its edge, softening as he remarked, “Lise is fragile, not cut out for stress. You don’t really need this job, Carrie. Why compete with her?”

He then proposed a deal, trying to coax her agreement. “I’ll buy the land where your mother’s apartment is situated and hand it over to you. Isn’t that a fair trade? You’ve always wanted to fund charity projects. Think about it—you could start a non-profit nursing home, or maybe a community park, just like your mom would’ve wanted. I’ll handle all the costs.”

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