My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 862:

Camille watched Carrie’s departing figure, feeling helpless. She paused, then bowed toward Kristopher, saying, “Mr. Norris, thank you for your help.”

Kristopher paid no attention to Camille, his gaze fixed on Carrie as she walked away.

After confirming that Camille was able to walk on her own, Kyson went after Carrie.

Carrie’s palms were sweaty, aggravating the pain of her wound. She examined her hand in the faint light; the skin around the wound was red and swollen.

Kyson quickly grasped her hand, saying, “Don’t touch it, it looks infected.”

He retrieved a small bottle of saline solution from his pocket, opened it skillfully, and poured it over her wound.

“This might sting a bit, just hold on.”

Worried she might pull away in discomfort, he gently held onto her fingertips.

From where Kristopher stood, he could see Kyson and Carrie closely facing each other, their hands intertwined, oblivious to their surroundings.

They resembled a young couple—the woman visibly distressed and the man tenderly comforting her.

This image, etched into his vision, felt like a thorn in his heart, causing a lingering ache and significant discomfort.

He wondered why he still held any expectations for a woman he had already let go.

If she truly was so admirable, why had their marriage ended in divorce?

With these thoughts, Kristopher pulled out his phone and called Aliza.

“I’m not feeling well, come pick me up and take me to the hospital.”

Aliza’s voice came through the phone, tinged with concern.noveldrama

“I just tried calling you, but got no response. I was worried and I’m already at the door.”

Hearing this, Kristopher looked up and saw Aliza approaching quickly, her high heels clicking with urgency.

Indeed, love was something visible.

Upon entering, Aliza’s gaze landed on Carrie before quickly shifting to Kristopher near the main hall’s entrance, clearly inferring their recent encounter.

Turning her attention, she noticed Kyson by Carrie’s side, tenderly applying ointment to her hand.

Though the injury was minor, Kyson’s eyes betrayed a deep concern for Carrie, revealing his profound attachment.

Without realizing it, Aliza’s hands formed tight fists, and she felt her jaw tense.

How could this woman, from such humble beginnings, suddenly acquire something Aliza had longed for but that had always remained elusive?

Born into the affluent Herrera family, Aliza was raised amidst privilege, yet she found herself grappling to secure a foothold in elite circles—a battle her father had initiated but never conquered.

Carrie, dealt a challenging hand, had miraculously turned it into a winning streak, catapulting her to heights Aliza envied. How had Carrie managed such fortune?

Adding to Aliza’s frustration was Carrie’s ongoing entanglement with Kristopher.

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