My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 592:

His jaw tightened, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

He had already guessed that Lise had revealed the truth about her heart to Billie.

The memory of Billie’s near breakdown after Lisa’s death haunted him, and he had gone to great lengths to shield her from any further pain. He was afraid that any future mishap might cause Billie to relive that nightmare.

He had explicitly warned Lise to keep the heart transplant a secret from the Norris family. Yet, she had defied him and used it to gain Billie’s sympathy.

Suppressing his frustration, Kristopher pulled a chair beside Carrie and sat down.

His cold gaze flickered briefly toward Daxton, who stood protectively behind Carrie. Kristopher’s lips curled into a faint, derisive smile. “Why are you here?” he asked icily, though the question carried little genuine curiosity.

Before Daxton could respond, Melany spoke weakly. “I called him here.”noveldrama

Kristopher shifted his attention away from Daxton and back to Carrie. Reaching for her hand, he softened his tone. “I just got off the plane. I heard you were here at the Norris Mansion, so I came to take you home.”

Carrie instinctively pulled her hand back, her voice calm but firm.

“You came just in time. I’ve already discussed the divorce with Shawn and Melany.”

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Kristopher’s jaw tightened, though his expression didn’t change.

He let out a faint, humorless chuckle. “When did you pick up this bad habit—bringing up divorce over every little disagreement?” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a coaxing tone. “Let’s talk about this at home. Grandpa and Grandma aren’t in good health; let’s not add to their worries.”

Across the table, Lise gripped the hem of her shirt tightly, her knuckles white. She watched the exchange with growing unease. Kristopher’s gentle patience with Carrie was new to her. Previously, Kristopher had been cold and indifferent towards Carrie.

When did Carrie start receiving the tenderness Lise once thought she could only earn through a heart transplant?

Shawn’s voice cut through the tension. His tone was stern, leaving no room for evasion. “Kristopher, smoothing things over won’t work this time. Let’s lay everything on the table. Do you know what Lise has done?”

Kristopher hesitated, his composure slipping for the first time. The faint smile disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression. “I know,” he admitted.

He had learned the full extent of Lise’s actions and immediately got on the jet to hurry back home.

The investigation results had left him stunned. He had never imagined that Lise, who once seemed so vulnerable, could commit such cruelty.

During the flight, Kristopher wrestled with the implications of what he had discovered. The heart transplant hadn’t changed Lise’s nature.

She was still herself—flawed and manipulative. And no matter whose heart she carried, Lise was not Lisa.

Kristopher looked at Shawn, his voice heavy with regret. “Grandpa, the shooter is already dead. As for Lise, I’ll send her abroad and make sure she never returns.”

Shawn frowned, his disappointment evident. He turned to Carrie, his tone softening. “Carrie, what do you think?”

Carrie looked at Kristopher’s chiseled profile, her gaze steady but cold. After a long pause, she spoke softly. “Kristopher, this time, there’s no compromise.” Her voice grew firmer as she continued, “Either you divorce me, and whatever happens between me and Lise has nothing to do with you… Or…” She took a deep breath, then stated clearly, “You send Lise to prison. Let her face justice, and I’ll give you another chance.” Her expression was calm, but her eyes burned with hidden hatred.

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