My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 724

Chapter 724:

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At the hospital, the doctor confirmed that there were no fractures, just a bad sprain. Hearing this, Daxton finally let out a breath of relief. He thanked the doctor, picked up the prescription, and helped Carrie back into the car.

When they arrived at the Morrison family residence, Daxton handed the medication to the waiting servant. “Apply this to her ankle three times a day,” he instructed. “Make sure she avoids walking or carrying anything heavy, and remind her not to wear heels for a while.”

A servant then wheeled in a brand-new, high-tech electric wheelchair. “Ms. Campbell,” the servant announced with a smile, “the butler heard about your injury and bought this wheelchair for you. It just arrived. It’s electric and incredibly convenient. You can use it while recovering at home.”

Carrie stared at the sleek wheelchair, feeling awkward. She recognized the model—it was the same one a celebrity had been seen using after an injury. It was ultra-modern, high-tech, and ridiculously expensive, costing over three hundred thousand dollars.

“Can we return it?” she asked hesitantly. “This is way too extravagant.”

The servant smiled kindly. “Ms. Campbell, your health is more important than anything else. If you’d prefer a different model, we can certainly arrange that.”

“Mr. Kody Morrison or Mr. Reece Morrison were here, they’d insist on buying an even more expensive one. Please just use it.”

Carrie sighed, giving in. “I guess you’re right.”

She allowed the servants to help her into the wheelchair. One of the servants said, “Ms. Campbell, dinner is ready. Let us take you to the dining room.”

The electric controls were intuitive, but she didn’t even need to touch them—one of the servants pushed her toward the dining room.

Daxton followed silently, walking behind the wheelchair as the servants tended to Carrie. Once they reached the dining table, he sat nearby, typing something on his phone.

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After a moment, Daxton put his phone down and turned to Carrie. “I’ve asked my lawyer to report the man who harassed you to the police,” he said. “I explained your current condition, so they’ll be coming here to the Morrison family residence later to take your statement.”

The servants, clearly enamored with Daxton, brought over a set of utensils and placed them in front of him. “Mr. Garcia,” one of them said with a smile, “thank you for your help today. Please join Ms. Campbell for dinner. You’ve been such a big help, and we’d love for you to stay.”

It was clear that the Morrison family staff already saw Daxton as Carrie’s fiancé. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have involved him in tracking the location of her car. Daxton glanced at Carrie for approval, and when she gave a faint nod, he sat down beside her. “Okay,” he nodded.

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