My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 723

Chapter 723:

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Without even turning around, Daxton replied calmly, “Try me.”

He didn’t wait for a response. With Carrie still in his arms, he left the room without a backward glance.

Aliza watched them leave. Turning to Kristopher, she feigned panic. “Kristopher, what if they really call the police? My cousin… his heart isn’t strong enough. He can’t handle it.”

Kristopher’s gaze turned to her, his expression filled with disgust. “Drop the act,” he said coldly.

“If you cared so much about your cousin,” Kristopher continued, his tone sharp and unforgiving, “then why did he end up relying on the hospital’s charity program? I will protect his life for the sake of my sister, but I will not allow him to misuse her heart.”

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before delivering his final warning. “And you—” His gaze locked onto her, icy and unyielding. “I warned you last time. You and your mother better not have any more inappropriate ideas. You’re not your cousin, Aliza. I won’t go easy on you because of him.”

Kristopher had remained silent earlier because Carrie was present, and he knew how much Aliza enjoyed stirring trouble. He didn’t want her lashing out at Carrie in retaliation.

Too many people had already tried to hurt Carrie. Kristopher’s only wish was that Carrie could live the rest of her life in peace, away from the chaos brought on by people like Aliza.

Even though the Morrison family was powerful and Kristopher himself was capable, there were still moments when things could slip through the cracks.

Daxton carefully carried Carrie to the car. He opened the back door and gently placed her on the seat. “Stretch your leg out on the seat,” he instructed, his voice calm yet firm. “Keep your ankle elevated.”

From the car’s mini-fridge, Daxton retrieved an ice pack. Without a word, he knelt beside her, carefully placing it on her swollen ankle.

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Carrie glanced over her shoulder, pointing toward her parked car. “I’m still over there.”

“It’s fine,” Daxton replied without looking up. “I’ll have someone from the Morrison family drive it back later. Right now, the only thing that matters is your foot.”

He paused, meeting her eyes. “Do you really want to go home with it this swollen and have your family see you like this?” As he spoke, he fastened her seatbelt, taking great care as he did.

The word “family” had a way of softening Carrie’s defenses. A wave of warmth replaced the hurt she had been harboring. Her anger and frustration melted slightly, leaving behind a quiet sense of gratitude.

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