My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 357:

Mr. Norris’s mood had fluctuated dramatically in such a brief span, all seemingly influenced by Mrs. Norris without his conscious awareness.

About twenty minutes later, the car entered the underground parking lot of the shopping district. It was still too early for dinner, so there were plenty of empty parking spaces. Carrie was the first to open the door, but before she could even straighten up, she noticed a figure darting toward her from the edge of her vision. The man’s voice rang out with venom. “You disgusting woman, you deserve to die!”

As he drew closer, Carrie recognized him—Nate. He no longer resembled the polished gentleman he used to be. His clothes were ragged, his face drawn and tired, and he seemed more like a disheveled, middle-aged man with nowhere to go. He pulled out a long, sharp knife, its blade glinting coldly in the dim light.

Before Oliver could even move, Kristopher was already on his feet, swiftly spinning around to place himself between Carrie and the threat, shielding her. The knife slashed across Kristopher’s arm, ripping through his suit sleeve. Blood gushed out, soaking the fabric in bright red.

“You both deserve to die,” Nate growled, his face contorting with rage as he swung the knife again. Kristopher wasn’t about to let him have another chance. With one sharp movement, he kicked Nate to the ground. Nate landed a meter away, the knife slipping from his grip. He scrambled, desperately trying to reach for it.

then dropped

The sight that met her eyes froze her—his wound was deep, nearly exposing the bone. Her mind went blank for a second, but she forced herself to stay focused. This wasn’t the

hands were stained with Kristopher’s blood, the warm, sticky feeling sending a wave of dread through her. Her delicate face went pale, the sight of so much blood bringing back memories of the fire and the lives lost

the memories, she pulled the tie tighter, praying it would slow the bleeding, at least for now. Fear gripped her heart as she imagined something happening to Kristopher. Horrible images flashed in her mind, but she shoved them away,

she was trying to calm him down or

nothing,” Kristopher said, offering her a reassuring pat with his other hand. “Make sure

the hospital would take too long, she decided to call their family doctor instead. When everything was

the ground. His face was caked in dirt, his eyes bloodshot with dark, sunken sockets, and a stubbled chin. It

lifting his eyelids to meet her gaze. “You wretch,” he spat bitterly.