My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 595:

When Oliver didn’t immediately move, Kristopher barked, “Get out!”

Melany, sensing the tension escalating, spoke up with feigned casualness. “What’s the matter, Oliver?”

She didn’t particularly care about his answer—she was merely trying to break the suffocating atmosphere.

She had always been adept at handling difficult situations, but today, she was at a loss.

Oliver, sweating visibly, said in a low, hesitant voice, “Mrs. Norris’s grandmother… Gracie’s condition has worsened.”

“What?” Carrie’s reaction was immediate. She shot to her feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

Melany’s expression shifted as her heart sank, though she masked it quickly. She reached out and gently nudged Kristopher. “Kristopher, take Carrie to the hospital right away. She was fine just a few days ago. How could her condition deteriorate so quickly?”

Lise’s expression flickered, her hands instinctively gripping the back of her chair. She bit her lip as her face paled. But her reaction went unnoticed amidst the commotion. Everyone’s focus was on Gracie.

Everyone, that is, except Daxton. Standing near the corner, he glanced briefly at Lise, his sharp gaze assessing her. A flicker of suspicion crossed his face, but he said nothing and turned his attention back to Carrie.

Shawn, regaining his composure, spoke decisively. “Kristopher isn’t in any condition to drive. Oliver, you should take them.” Before Oliver could reply, Daxton stepped forward. His tone was calm yet resolute. “I’ll take Carrie.”

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Kristopher’s head snapped toward Daxton, his eyes narrowing into icy slits. “The Norris family doesn’t need you as a driver, Daxton.”

Carrie ignored Kristopher entirely. She grabbed her coat and turned to Daxton, her voice steady. “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”

Kristopher’s face darkened further, his body tense as if he were about to lash out. But before he could act, Melany placed a hand on his arm, her calm presence stopping him. “Daxton,” Melany said with measured warmth, “take care of Carrie. Call us if anything happens.”

Daxton nodded. “Of course, Melany.” He turned to the rest of the family, bidding them a polite farewell. “Shawn, Mrs. Billie Norris, we’ll be on our way.”

Carrie echoed softly, “We’ll be off,” before following Daxton out of the room.

Kristopher stood rooted to the spot, staring at their retreating figures as if frozen. His hands dropped helplessly to his sides.

Melany sighed, her tone carrying a mixture of sympathy and exasperation. “Kristopher, now isn’t the time to make things worse. If you truly care, call the hospital and find out why Gracie’s condition has deteriorated…”

Before Melany could finish, Lise suddenly clutched her chest, her face turning deathly pale. “I’m having chest pains…”noveldrama

Billie’s face turned ashen as she darted forward, gripping Lise’s arm to keep her steady. Her voice rang out, sharp and panicked, “Help! Someone get here now! We need to take Lise to the hospital!”

Without pausing, she whirled toward Kristopher, her eyes blazing with urgency. “Hurry and carry her to the car! Are you just going to stand there while she suffers?”

Kristopher’s gaze lingered on Lise’s pallid face. Her fragile appearance should have inspired sympathy, yet all he could feel was an unsettling mix of doubt and frustration. How could someone so delicate conceal such a twisted soul?

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