My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 749

Chapter 749:

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“I summoned them.”

The paramedics worked efficiently, transferring Kristopher’s unconscious form onto their stretcher.

Only then did the full horror of his injuries become apparent to Carrie—his leg, mangled from the explosion, bore no resemblance to its former state. His shoe had vanished entirely.

Wrenching free from Arion’s grasp, Billie’s venomous glare found Carrie once more.

“My son lies here, half-dead. I trust your grandmother’s ghost is satisfied with your revenge. Stay away from the Norris family henceforth—we must have been cursed the day you entered our lives.”

While Billie’s accusations hung in the air, Carrie’s attention remained fixed on Kristopher’s prone form as the paramedics loaded him into the ambulance.

Sensing her distress, Reece tightened his protective hold, his whispered words gentle against her ear.

“Let the medical team handle this. Your presence would only complicate matters. I’ll arrange for Isonridge’s finest surgeons to oversee his care immediately.”

The truth in his words resonated with Carrie. Her medical expertise was nonexistent, and their divorce had severed any legal right she held to make decisions about his care. With both Billie and Oliver present, Kristopher would receive the finest treatment available.

“Very well,” Carrie murmured, allowing herself to lean into Reece’s steadying embrace.

As Billie climbed into the ambulance, Oliver hesitated, his gaze finding Carrie.

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“Mrs. Norris, please don’t worry. I’ll keep you informed of any developments.”

“Oliver, have you lost your senses?” Billie’s sharp command rang out.

“She’s no longer Mrs. Norris. Get in, now!”

“Go ahead,” Carrie urged softly.

The ambulance doors sealed shut with a decisive click before speeding away into the night.

“Carrie?” Reece’s concerned voice broke through her thoughts as he maintained his protective hold.

“Should I summon a doctor to examine you at home?”

His watchful eyes had already confirmed she bore no visible wounds.

Carrie shook her head gently.

“No need, thank you. I’m unharmed.”

A sleek red sports car glided to a stop at the finish line.

Torrie’s voice carried across the space as she leaned against her vehicle, her tone dripping with challenge.

“You should know how to accept defeat gracefully. You aren’t thinking of running away now, are you?”

Carrie watched the ambulance vanish into the distance before turning her attention to Torrie, her gaze deliberately cool and measured beneath half-lidded eyes.

The gravity of the situation jolted Arion back to the present moment as he remembered the unfinished competition, exhaling a weighty resignation.

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