My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 725:

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Kristopher had just finished accompanying Omar for a check-up. Omar’s phone rang, and he picked it up hesitantly. His expression changed as he listened to the voice on the other end.

“Ms. Campbell reported me to the police,” Omar said cautiously, looking at Kristopher with wide eyes after the call ended. “What should I do? Am I going to jail?”

Omar was terrified. He had been afraid of Kristopher before, but the thought of going to jail was even worse. His fragile heart condition made the idea of prison feel like a death sentence. He had heard stories about how rough things could get in jail—just one push or punch could kill him.

Kristopher sat in the hallway, his figure slouched slightly as he smoked a cigarette. The faint wisps of smoke curled around him, making his expression unreadable.

After a long silence, Kristopher stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray beside him. “I’ll handle things with the police,” he said finally.

Omar let out a shaky breath of relief, but it was short-lived as Kristopher fixed him with a pointed look.

“You have two choices,” Kristopher began, his tone cold and matter-of-fact. “First, you stay in Isonridge—specifically in the hospital—for treatment. You will not leave the hospital under any circumstances, and I will cover all your expenses.”

“Second,” Kristopher continued, his voice colder still, “you leave the country. I’ll arrange for a professional medical team to take care of you, and you’ll receive regular financial support. You’ll have more freedom overseas, but you are never to contact the Herrera family or the Evans family again. So, which do you choose?”

Omar bit his lip, his face pale. His gaze darted toward Kristopher’s face, unsure of what choice to make.

Kristopher had assumed that Omar would stay in Isonridge, just like Lise. After all, it was where his friends and family were. He never expected Omar to be willing to leave and go abroad.

Kristopher glanced at Oliver, who was standing nearby, and then addressed Omar. “He’ll take care of everything from here. If you need anything, talk to him.”

With that, he stood up, brushed imaginary dust from his clothes, and shot a cold look at Omar. “Just remember—no matter where you go, stay out of Carrie’s sight.”

Omar could see the deadly intent in Kristopher’s eyes. Cold sweat ran down his back, and he knew without a doubt that Kristopher could kill him.

He quickly raised his hand, trying to explain. “Mr. Norris, I swear it was an accident. I didn’t know Ms. Campbell was with you. It was all Aliza who caused the trouble.”

Kristopher cut him off, his impatience clear. “Just remember what I said.” He wasn’t interested in hearing Omar’s excuses or blaming others.

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