My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 712

Chapter 712:

🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙

She returned to her bedroom, pacing back and forth, her mind spinning with possibilities.

Just then, her phone rang.

Carrie rushed to the nightstand and grabbed it. Daxton’s name flashed across the screen.

She answered quickly, her tone sharp with curiosity. “Daxton? What’s up?”

Daxton’s voice was calm, almost soothing. “Sorry if I interrupted your writing, Carrie, but I have some good news. I just got word—Lise has been sent to the Orkset police department.”

“For real?” Carrie’s voice rose, the disbelief clear. “What happened? Who sent her there?” Her pulse quickened, and an eager light sparked in her eyes.

Instinctively, she had a feeling it was Kristopher.

She knew Albin had just uncovered the truth about Lise’s lack of connection to the Norris family. The timing seemed too perfect—Kristopher must have acted immediately, handing Lise over to the authorities.

Images of Kristopher flooded her mind: the way he had been hovering around her recently, as if waiting for something. Carrie hesitated, a whirlwind of emotions tugging at her. Had Kristopher known all along? Was this why he had assured her justice would be served?

It had taken time—far too long—but he had finally acted.

He had personally delivered the woman responsible for Gracie and their baby’s deaths into the hands of the law.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Daxton’s voice. “I reached out to Reece; he said, and handed over all the evidence we’d collected. With your family’s findings and mine, the police have more than enough to act. As far as I know, Lise is facing a long list of charges: hiring a murderer, fabricating false medical records, fraud. The most serious charge could lead to the death penalty.”

Carrie’s heart sank. She had misunderstood. It wasn’t Kristopher who had acted—it was the Morrison family.

Ⱡ₳Ŧ€$ŧ Çн₳þŧëяş 1π ĠalиoνεļŞ.₵Ø₥

The flicker of hope she’d felt for Kristopher, the fragile possibility that he had finally redeemed himself, withered on the spot.

Forcing a perfunctory smile, Carrie said lightly, “Thank you, Daxton, I really appreciate your help.”

Daxton’s reply came with a warm smile she could almost hear. “No need to thank me. That’s what friends are for.” He must have sensed the subtle shift in her voice but chose to ignore it.

After exchanging a few more polite words, she ended the call.

Sitting by the window, Carrie stared blankly at the garden outside, her emotions swirling like a storm she couldn’t contain.

Kristopher had known the truth about Lise. Yet, he had done nothing.

Camille’s words echoed in her mind, relentless and heavy: “Lise may have nothing to do with the Norris family now, and Kristopher’s mother may not interfere anymore, but… what about Kristopher? They’ve been together for so many years. Even the coldest heart would soften over time. And don’t forget, Lise was once his girlfriend.”

.

.

.