My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 730

Chapter 730:

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The maid’s eyes widened slightly as she processed Carrie’s response. Seeing the determination in Carrie’s expression, she immediately lowered her head in apology.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Campbell. I understand. I won’t gossip about you and them, and I haven’t said anything privately either.”

Still, the maid couldn’t help but feel puzzled. She couldn’t comprehend why Carrie didn’t seem interested in either of the two men who were clearly devoted to her.

They were both exceptional. Mr. Garcia was warm, kind, and considerate, while Mr. Webster was practically perfect—handsome, well-mannered, and from one of the most influential families.

Influential families in Isonridge. Surely, either of them would make a wonderful match for Carrie.

The maid had heard whispers that Carrie had been married before. She wondered what kind of man her former husband had been. What kind of perfect man could make someone as sharp and discerning as Carrie fall in love?

The next morning, Carrie woke to the sound of hurried footsteps outside her door.

Frowning, she tossed off the blanket and got out of bed. Her ankle, which had been swollen and painful the day before, felt significantly better. She glanced down and flexed it experimentally—no sharp pain, just faint soreness.

The herbal remedy Kyson had sent really was effective. Curious, Carrie opened the door and saw a maid pacing anxiously in the hallway.

Hearing the door creak open, the maid looked up, her face a mix of relief and worry.

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“Ms. Campbell, you’re awake! Mr. Luca Morrison and the others have all returned.

They’re waiting for you in the living room.”

Carrie’s heart sank slightly. She hadn’t wanted to alarm her family, and now they’d dropped everything to come back. She quickly hurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

With a toothbrush in her mouth, she mumbled through the foam, “Do they know everything?”

The maid hesitated before nodding.

“Yes… they know.

The police informed Mr. Reece Morrison about it yesterday, and they all flew in overnight.”

Carrie sighed, quickly rinsing her mouth, washing up, and changing into fresh clothes. Without wasting another moment, she followed the maid toward the living room.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Reece and Arion immediately stood up from the sofa and rushed toward her.

“Carrie!” Reece’s voice was sharp with concern.

“Didn’t you sprain your ankle? Why are you walking around? Didn’t Gerry prepare a wheelchair for you?”

Hearing this, Gerry the butler paled slightly and stepped forward, clearly worried they thought he had been negligent.

“I—”

Before he could defend himself, Carrie cut in.

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