My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 601:

Another voice chimed in faintly, “I think it is that famous star, Lise—”

Carrie did not wait to hear more. She ended the call abruptly, her fury reignited. Her grip on the phone tightened as she stormed out of the surveillance room, her steps echoing with purpose.

Daxton, caught off guard, hesitated for only a moment before chasing after her. He managed to slip into the elevator just as the doors closed, his concern evident as he watched her simmering anger.

When they reached the lobby, the scene outside was chaos. The hospital gates swung open to admit a convoy of vehicles. Two sleek black luxury cars led the way, flanked by ambulances and an entourage of escort cars.

Carrie’s blood boiled at the sight. She recognized the vehicles instantly—the Norris family’s unmistakable insignias gleamed under the floodlights.

As the first two cars passed, she spotted the ambulances creeping toward the gate.

Without hesitation, Carrie charged forward, throwing herself in front of the lead ambulance. She spread her arms wide, her voice breaking into a furious scream. “Back off! Either back off now, or drive over me!”

The ambulance screeched to a halt, its driver too stunned to proceed. The air was electric with tension.

Moments later, Kristopher stepped out of one of the black cars. His expression flickered between exasperation and concern as he approached her.noveldrama

He assumed Carrie was up to her usual antics, causing trouble once more.

“Carrie, stop this,” he pleaded, his voice strained. “Lise’s condition is serious this time. Her heart—”

He had doubted it at first, dismissing her symptoms as exaggerated theatrics, but the initial tests conducted in the ambulance told a different story—Lise’s heart raced erratically, her pulse a jagged rhythm that defied normalcy.

“Smack!” Carrie’s hand connected with Kristopher’s cheek, the slap resounding like a thunderclap. His head snapped to the side, five red fingerprints blooming on his skin.

“Let Lise die!” Carrie screamed, her voice raw with fury and pain.

“Carrie, what nonsense are you spouting?” Billie erupted as she stormed out of the car behind them. Her sharp heels clicked against the pavement as she advanced, her finger jabbing toward Carrie. “Have you lost your mind?”

Carrie’s lips curled into a strange, desolate smile, her voice low but deliberate. “I said, Lise should go to Hell.”

The crack of Billie’s slap sliced through the air like a whip. “Pak!” The slap was not forceful, yet it struck deeper than flesh—it shattered Carrie’s heart. In that moment, the fragile thread connecting Carrie to Billie as family snapped entirely.

Any warmth Billie had once shown her—rare as it was—now seemed meaningless compared to the hardships Gracie had endured to raise her.

To Carrie, no one could replace her mother and grandmother. Not Billie, not anyone. Even when her love for Kristopher burned brightest, it had always paled in comparison to her devotion to her grandmother and mother.

Billie raised her hand again, her anger unabated, but before she could strike, both Kristopher and Daxton stepped forward.

Daxton moved quickly, shielding Carrie behind him. At the same time, Kristopher caught Billie’s wrist mid-air, his voice firm. “Stop it, Mom!”

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