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Melany’s eyes shimmered with tears, her voice thick with emotion. “It is our family’s misfortune that we failed
you, that we couldn’t keep you or the baby. If you ever face hardship, Carrie, cto us. We will always support
you.”
This quiet exchange carried an unspoken agreement—the elderly couple had tacitly accepted the inevitable end
of Carrie and Kristopher’s marriage. It was a union that had borne too much pain and loss, a bond that could not
survive without leading to more heartbreak.
When it ctto honor Gracie, the Norris family spared no effort. The funeral was grand yet dignified,
attended by wealthy and influential guests who offered flowers and paid their respects. Even Kristopher had
used his connections to locate and invite old neighbors from Gracie’s hometown, ensuring the ceremony
reflected her legacy.
Gracies grave had been prepared long ago, right beside her husband's. Few noticed his grave—except for
Daxton. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the small photo etched onto the tombstone. Francis Moran?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRecognition struck him like a thunderbolt. The man in the photo was not just anyone. It was Josh—the elusive
piano prodigy from the Morrison family, the one Daxton had spent years searching for. A chill ran down his spine.
He thought, “No wonder | found no trace of him in Foxfire. A dead man cannot leave tracks.”
Daxton crouched subtly, rearranging the flowers he had placed to conceal the nand photo on the
tombstone. “If Melany recognizes this...” he thought grimly. Melany had met Josh before, and if the Norris family
discovered Carrie’s Morrison lineage, the divorce might never go through.
As the crowd began to disperse, Kristopher approached Carrie, his expression a mix of hesitation and
determination. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
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She stepped back before he could finish, her gaze cold but steady. “Let us end this here,” she said quietly. “I will
not return to Bayview Villa. Arrange a tfor the divorce decree, and have your lawyer contact mine for the
property settlement.”
Her tone was calm, devoid of anger, but it cut deeper than any shout or accusation.
Before Kristopher could respond, Daxton stepped forward, his voice light yet tinged with genuine concern.
“Carrie, lettake you back.”
Carrie offered him a polite smile, shaking her head. “Thank you, Daxton, but | am fine. I'm going back to Ripples
Complex. Camille is staying there now, and we will head back together.”
Hearing her mention Camille, Albin pushed his way through the thinning crowd, his awkward smile not quite
masking his unease. “I can give you two a ride,” he offered eagerly.
Camille shot him a withering glance, her tone ice-cold. “No, thank you. | brought a driver today.”
Without waiting for a reply, she looped her arm through Carrie's and led her toward the car. Neither woman
looked back.
Left behind, Kristopher, Daxton, and Albin stood in a tense silence, the air between them crackling with
unspoken hostility. Kristopher’s gaze sharpened as he turned to Daxton, his tone a low warning. “Even if we are
divorced, Carrie is not someone you should pursue.”
Daxton smirked faintly, his voice smooth as silk. “Worry about yourself, Kristopher. Lise caused Gracie’s death.
Do you think Carrie will let that slide?”
Kristopher’s jaw tightened, and before he could think, his fist was already rising.
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