My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 107

Chapter 107:

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Hesitating for a moment, Oliver answered the call.

Kristopher’s voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the phone. “Has the matter been settled?”

A wave of anxiety washed over Oliver, prompting beads of cold sweat to form on his back. With a measured tone, he replied, “Mrs. Norris sent her regards and thanks through me.”

On the other end, Kristopher’s expression tightened, a hint of impatience in his voice. “And? I want her to come back to the villa. What did she say about that? I couldn’t care less about her plans, but her grandmother shouldn’t have to suffer because of them.”

“Mrs. Norris has left the hospital.” Drawing in a sharp breath, Oliver prepared himself for whatever response awaited him. “She promised to repay all the medical costs as soon as she could.”

The smile that had been playing around Kristopher’s eyes vanished, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief. His mood shifted swiftly to irritation as he tossed his phone onto the sofa.

Carrie’s behavior was becoming increasingly baffling. He had gone out of his way to resolve her issues, only to be met with indifference?

His brow furrowed in frustration as he pondered over her aloofness. He had always made an effort to empathize with her, to see things from her side. Regardless of her previous hardships, wasn’t it time she let bygones be bygones?

Understanding the depth of Carrie’s affection for Gracie, he had embraced Gracie as if she were his own family. Knowing well Carrie’s financial struggles, he had explicitly instructed Oliver to monitor Gracie’s situation meticulously—a move that today had revealed Carrie’s struggle to cover hospital expenses.

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Kristopher was taken aback. Even with Gracie’s welfare on the line, Carrie’s resolve remained unyielding.

Carrie dragged herself home, overwhelmed by gloom, yearning only for the solitude of her apartment and the relief of a heartfelt sob.

To her surprise, upon leaving the elevator, she encountered Ruby, who was setting out in search of a late-night treat.

“Carrie…” Ruby’s voice faltered as she spotted the unmistakable signs of distress in Carrie’s eyes. Quickly closing the distance between them, she expressed her concern. “What’s troubling you? Has something happened?”

“It’s nothing,” Carrie muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as she brushed past, her steps heavy with fatigue.

Ruby lingered in the hallway, concern knitting her brows. After a moment’s hesitation, she ventured cautiously, “Carrie, are you still upset about that evening at ‘Serene Sighs’? When I persuaded you to have a drink?”

Since Carrie returned to rebuild her career, she had been noticeably aloof, and Ruby wondered if that night had caused a strain in their friendship. It was time to clear the air.

Approaching gently, Ruby offered an explanation, hoping to bridge the gap between them. “I thought that having a drink might shield us from any unwanted advances.”

Stopping abruptly, Carrie turned, a mix of surprise and realization dawning on her face. She reassured Ruby, “I don’t blame you at all for that night. I know you were looking out for me. Your support has been invaluable since I’ve been back. I really appreciate it.”

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