My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 596:

But he swallowed the accusation forming in his throat. No matter what Lise had done, she still carried his younger sister’s heart.

“What are you waiting for?” Billie snapped, her tone slicing through his hesitation like a whip.

Suppressing his annoyance, Kristopher stepped forward and carefully lifted Lise into his arms.

As they moved toward the car, he frowned and asked, “What happened? Why do you feel unwell all of a sudden?”

Lise tilted her tear-streaked face upward, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Kristopher, do you not trust me anymore? I would never joke about something as serious as my heart.” Her pitiful expression might have softened another’s resolve, but Kristopher felt a wall of mistrust rising between them. The memory of her recent actions lingered, casting shadows over her words.

Billie, however, bristled with indignation. Her hand flew out, delivering a sharp slap to Kristopher’s arm. “What nonsense are you saying? Stop doubting her and take her to the hospital already!”

Nearby, Shawn and Melany exchanged weary glances, their silent sighs echoing the futility of reasoning with Billie’s unyielding determination.

The hospital.

When Carrie and Daxton arrived, the emergency room lights had dimmed, and Gracie had been moved to a general ward. She lay on the bed, her frail form blending into the pale sheets, her eyes closed in a semblance of peace.

The doctor approached them, his expression grave. Carrie’s heart clenched as she stepped forward. “How is my grandma doing, Doctor?”

He shook his head solemnly, his voice low. “We have done all we can. It is time to say your goodbyes.”

Carrie froze, her wide eyes fixed on the doctor.

For a moment, the weight of his words refused to settle in her mind. “No,” she said, forcing a brittle smile, “you must be mistaken. She is just sleeping—”

The doctor sighed, cutting gently across her denial. “She is holding on, waiting for you. Go quickly, or you might not hear her last words.”

Even before he finished, Carrie was rushing into the room.

Her steps faltered as she reached the bedside. Gracie’s face was pale but calm, her breathing shallow. Carrie smoothed her disheveled hair with trembling fingers, fighting to compose herself.noveldrama

The faint rustle stirred Gracie awake. Her tired eyes fluttered open, and her lips curved into a fragile smile. “Carrie, you are here. It is so late… I hope I did not trouble you.”

Carrie sank into the chair by the bed, grasping Gracie’s hand tightly. “You did not disturb me, Gracie. I had just finished supper and was chatting… nothing important.”

Gracie’s gaze softened, her affection evident despite the shadows of exhaustion in her eyes. “You need more rest, my dear. In these early months, you must take care of yourself and the baby.”

A wave of anguish surged through Carrie’s chest. She lowered her head, the words she could not say forming a lump in her throat. How could she tell Gracie that the baby was gone?

Gracie smiled, a tear sliding down her cheek. “It is a shame I will not live to meet my great-grandchild. I wonder… will it be a boy or a girl? It does not matter, really, as long as the child is healthy and happy.”

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