My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 623

Chapter 623:

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It felt like he had discovered a way to release his feelings, hitting the mirror over and over until it was covered in cracks, warping his image into numerous pieces. Glass shards were stuck in his hand, blood flowing down, but he remained unfazed, as if he were numb to the pain.

“Mr… Mr. Norris!”

Oliver walked into the room, unable to find Kristopher. When he reached the bathroom door, the sight before him turned his face pale with fear. He quickly turned around to grab the first aid kit, grumbling, “Mr. Norris, what are you thinking? Even if you don’t care about your own well-being, consider how Mrs. Norris will feel when she sees this during your trip to Isonridge. She’ll be worried.”

The final sentence hit a nerve in Kristopher’s mind, bringing back memories of the last time he had used an arm injury to win Carrie’s sympathy. He grabbed a few glass shards and clenched them tightly in his hand. It was only when Oliver, in a panic, dropped the first aid kit and hurried to free his hand that Kristopher finally released his grip.

Oliver was worried. “Mr. Norris, if you’ve injured a tendon, it could permanently harm your hand.”

He cleaned Kristopher’s injuries with saline, observing the horrific gashes and the pieces of debris lodged in them, trying to keep his fear in check as he proposed, “Mr. Norris, I think I should contact Dr. Molina for assistance. These injuries will take time to heal.”

“It won’t heal fast…” Kristopher murmured softly. His face softened a little at those words. In that situation, it would be ideal to visit Isonridge and allow Carrie to see it.

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“Don’t bother the doctors. Just let it be. Tidy up the bathroom and keep the family calm.” Kristopher brushed off the worry, nonchalantly cleaned his injuries with alcohol, and carelessly bandaged them with gauze.

The variety of ways to catch Carrie’s attention wasn’t what mattered; effectiveness was key.

A few days later, in Isonridge.

Kristopher had just disembarked from the plane when representatives from Waterway Technology arrived to escort him to the hotel that awaited him.

The spouse of Waterway Technology’s founder had once been a cherished companion of Billie, a bond forged in the warmth of shared memories. Upon learning that Kristopher was coming to finalize a significant contract with them, Billie reached out to her old friend, hoping her friend would keep a watchful eye on her son. On the surface, it appeared to be a mother’s concern, but in truth, she desired someone to discreetly observe Kristopher, ensuring he remained on the right path. If Kristopher attempted to reach out to Carrie, Billie would be notified immediately, ready to intervene if necessary.

Billie’s friend was no ordinary woman either. Although she hailed from a middle-class background in Orkset, she skillfully navigated her way into the high society of Isonridge, transforming her social standing and embracing the lavish lifestyle that came with it. She had consented to assist Billie, not out of nostalgia for their friendship, but because she wished to introduce Kristopher to her daughter, hoping to forge a connection that would benefit them both.

In the grand hotel lobby, adorned with opulent chandeliers and plush furnishings, Kathleen Herrera, Billie’s longtime friend, awaited Kristopher alongside a group of company executives. She was resplendent in a rich crimson dress that accentuated her graceful figure, her hair elegantly styled in an intricate updo, embodying the essence of a high-society lady in Isonridge.

Next to her stood her daughter, Aliza Herrera, a vision of youthful beauty. The mother and daughter shared a striking resemblance, their features harmonizing perfectly, and standing side by side, they appeared more like sisters than parent and daughter.

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