My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 106

Chapter 106:

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Carrie pressed her lips tightly together, her hands veiling her face. She harbored a deep resentment towards Kristopher’s tendency to solve problems with money, as if every issue could be dismissed with a check.

If Tristan hadn’t lost his temper earlier, she might have been able to decline Oliver’s proposition with confidence. But under the current circumstances, that option seemed out of reach.

Oliver gently picked up an ice pack from a nearby counter and extended it toward Carrie, his voice softening as he spoke. “Mrs. Norris, would you like me to drive you back to Bayview Villa?”

Gratefully, Carrie took the ice pack, pressing it against her flushed cheeks. The chilling touch soothed her turmoil, easing the heat of her emotions.

“Is he there?” she inquired hesitantly, her mind on Kristopher. Despite her frustrations, she found herself missing his presence. Even his stern demeanor and harsh words seemed preferable in moments where he effortlessly resolved her dilemmas.

Oliver’s arrival had once symbolized a flicker of hope for her, lending her a trace of fortitude amidst her engulfing despair.

Hesitating slightly, Oliver replied, “Mr. Norris is still at the office, working late.”

Kristopher had deliberately avoided the hospital, dreading a possible clash with Carrie in front of Gracie, opting instead to send Oliver as his proxy.

As Oliver was midway through his explanation, a group of doctors rushed toward them.

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Upon recognizing Oliver, the doctors regained their composure and inquired, “Mr. Brooks, have you come to oversee Ms. Nash’s follow-up appointment?”

Carrie’s eyes fell as she processed the information. So, Kristopher’s alleged late nights were actually spent with Lise. Oliver was here not for her but to facilitate the doctors’ visit for Lise. What she had mistaken for a guiding light was merely a beacon meant for another.

Before Oliver could respond, Carrie handed back the ice pack and rose to her feet, stating firmly, “Please extend my thanks to your boss. I’ll make sure to cover today’s medical expenses promptly.”

With a curt shake of his head, Oliver corrected the doctors. “I’m not here for you. There’s been a misunderstanding.”

Facing Carrie, he attempted to clear things up. “Mrs. Norris, I didn’t come here for…”

Carrie summoned a feeble smile and interrupted him, “Make sure my message gets through.” She had no faith in Oliver’s justification. After all those years with Kristopher, it was second nature for him to defend Kristopher no matter what.

With a hurried step, she departed, her pace quickening as though she were escaping. The prospect of lingering and facing the mocking stares of onlookers was unbearable for her.

Oliver observed her hastening away, his expression painted with a helplessness that words could not capture. The hospital, renowned for its association with Kristopher and its premier medical facilities in Orkset, was deeply connected to him. Whether it involved the Norris family or Kristopher’s inner circle, he ensured they received care here. The hospital’s chief physician was even Kristopher’s personal doctor.

Now, a grave misunderstanding had unfolded, further straining the ties between Kristopher and Carrie.

As Oliver debated whether to follow Carrie, his contemplation was cut short by his phone buzzing—it was Kristopher on the line.

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