HappyNovelChapter 602:
Billie froze, her anger momentarily quelled. She pulled her hand back, looking away in frustration. “Fine, we shall
talk about this later. Right now, we need to get Lise checked out.”
Carrie's cheek, delicate and pale, was already swelling from the slap.
Yet she stood her ground, unwavering. Her voice was steady, almost chilling. “Move your cars aside and let my
grandmother's vehicle through first.”
Kristopher frowned, his tone softening. “Carrie, where are you taking Gracie? Be reasonable. Do not trouble her
with this.” Carrie's expression did not waver, her stance like stone.
From the ambulance, Lise’s pale face emerged, her voice trembling yet soft, carrying a feigned humility. “Mom,
Kristopher, please do not fight with Ms. Campbell because of me. | know my health better than anyone. | will be
fine at home. | do not need treatment.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe sighed tically, pressing a hand to her chest. “This is my fault—I let jealousy blind me. If atonement is
needed, I'll gladly face it. But my heart is innocent...”
Billie, already exasperated, threw her hands in the air. “Why are you still arguing with her? Kristopher, take her
away. We cannot delay Lise’s treatment any longer.”
Daxton stepped in front of Carrie once more, his voice a low growl. “You are not touching her.”
Billie snapped at the bodyguards nearby. “What are you standing around for? Move him!”
Two bodyguards moved quickly, grabbing Daxton by the arms and dragging him aside.
Daxton did not resist much, his struggles half-hearted, his sharp gaze concealed as he lowered his head. A wry
smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“So this is how it plays out,” he thought. “Kristopher has already severed his bond with Carrie. Fate works in
strange ways—it’s coming back tonow.”
Kristopher seized the moment, stepping forward to lift Carrie effortlessly into his arms.
“Letgo!” Carrie shrieked, kicking and thrashing, her nails digging into his arms. But his grip remained firm,
his strength easily overpowering hers.
Billie took the opportunity to climb into the ambulance, barking orders for the cars to proceed. One by one, they
entered the hospital courtyard, the convoy filling every available space, svehicles even parking dangerously
close to the entrance. The tension was thick, but it shattered abruptly when Carrie’s phone rang.
Kristopher finally set her down, his grip loosening as she scrambled to answer the call.
The moment she did, a middle-aged man hurried toward the hospital gates, a phone clutched in his hand. His
expression was frantic, his steps quick and uneven.
Carrie stepped toward him, her voice sharp. “Are you from the funeral home?”
The man nodded, panting as he caught his breath. “Yes, Ms. Campbell, but this won't do! Our car is stuck on the
street. We cannot get through the traffic, and there is no way we can carry the body half a block. It would scare
pedestrians, and the story would be all over the city news by morning!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKristopher’s face turned ashen. A chill ran down his spine as he finally pieced it together. His voice cracked as he
asked, “Carrie, what body? Who passed away?”
Daxton tore free from the bodyguards’ grip, his face a storm of fury, and closed the distance with a single
determined stride. His fist connected with Kristopher’s jaw in a brutal arc. Caught off guard, Kristopher staggered
back, the force of the blow sending him two steps off balance. He spat blood onto the ground, his hand rising
instinctively to his aching mouth. Straightening with a grimace, he fixed Daxton with a cold, sardonic smile.
“And what gives you the right to interfere in matters between a husband and wife?” he sneered.
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