My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 613:

She glanced down at her white T-shirt and jeans. They felt too plain, almost out of place for what lay ahead. Without fuss, she pulled a refined blouse from her bag and draped it over her shoulders, the soft fabric lending her a touch of poise.

The Morrison family residence.

Nestled in the heart of Isonridge, where land was more valuable than gold, the Morrison estate sprawled in quiet majesty. The grounds resembled an opulent park, not as vast as the Norris Mansion but exuding an understated elegance that demanded respect.

Carrie followed Daxton through the meticulously groomed garden. Their steps echoed faintly along a stone-paved corridor that led to the main courtyard.

The oppressive summer heat clung to Isonridge like a second skin, with hot winds swirling mercilessly. But here, in the Morrison garden, century-old trees cast a protective shade. The cool air carried the faint, sweet aroma of blooming flowers, offering a reprieve from the scorching day.

During the car ride, Daxton had briefed her on the family.

The current head was Luca Morrison, her grandfather’s brother. Luca had two children: Kody Morrison, a business prodigy and heir apparent, and Jenesis Morrison, a performance coach who was currently working with Carrie’s company. Kody’s two sons rounded out the family: Reece, a renowned businessman in his own right, and Arion, who embraced a more carefree lifestyle.

Inside the Morrison residence, Carrie followed Daxton into the grand main hall. The space was vast, its polished floors reflecting the light streaming through tall windows. Three men sat in a neat row, dressed impeccably in formal suits.

At the center sat an elderly man with silver hair. His upright posture radiated quiet authority, and the resemblance to her grandfather was unmistakable. It had to be Luca.

As their eyes met, Luca’s face broke into a warm smile. He rose with an eagerness that softened his dignified presence. “You must be Carrie!” he said, his voice rich with warmth.

Daxton gestured toward him. “This is your grandfather’s brother, Mr. Luca Morrison.”

Carrie inclined her head slightly. “Mr. Morrison.”

Perhaps it was the unspoken bond of shared blood, but Carrie felt an unexpected warmth blossom within her. There was an ease to Luca’s presence, a quiet familiarity that brushed aside the awkwardness she had anticipated.

But Luca waved off the formality with an affectionate chuckle. “Do not call me Mr. Morrison! I am your grandfather’s brother. Just call me Luca.”

“Luca,” she said, her voice tentative yet respectful.

His face lit up, his eyes crinkling with joy. “Yes,” he responded warmly, repeating it as though savoring the sound.noveldrama

Two others stepped forward—a middle-aged man with a commanding presence and a young man with sharp, intelligent eyes.

Carrie greeted them before Daxton could make introductions. “You must be my uncle and cousin, right?” she ventured with a small smile.

Even without seeing any photos beforehand, Carrie could tell the young man standing before her was far from the carefree type.

Kody returned the smile, his tone filled with pride. “Carrie truly is a Morrison—so sharp.”

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