My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 530:

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over Oliver’s number. But then she froze, her last conversation with Kristopher replaying in her mind. If Oliver got involved, Kristopher would inevitably learn of everything. And when he did, the truth would point squarely at Lise.

This wasn’t just about betrayal anymore. Lise’s actions had threatened their child—a line that could never be crossed. But would Kristopher side with their unborn baby, or would his loyalty remain with Lise? The mere thought made Carrie’s chest tighten. She couldn’t face the possibility that this might destroy what was left of their marriage.

Yet, one thing was certain: she would not let Lise escape the consequences this time. A mother’s love was said to be as fierce as a storm, and Carrie felt that strength surging through her veins now. For her child, she would do whatever it took to eliminate the threat Lise posed.

Turning back to the room, Carrie straightened her posture and spoke with quiet authority. “Leave the supplement here for now. Put it in a sealed box and don’t touch it. Most importantly, don’t tell anyone—not Kristopher, not anyone from the Norris Mansion.” Dr.

Molina hesitated, his brow furrowing. “Mrs. Norris…”

cut him off, her voice calm but resolute. “Kristopher is tied up with work, and his grandparents

her eyes. “Dr. Molina, do you think I have no influence in this household? If I asked Kristopher to

otherwise. I understand. I won’t breathe a word of this. But I urge you to

replied, her tone softening. “Thank you for your vigilance today. Without you, we wouldn’t have

of the century-old ginseng and some imported health supplements from the pantry. Give them

slightly, a grateful smile crossing his face. “Thank

Molina gave her his unspoken assurance

then looked at the maid, her tone lighter but still firm. “That luxury skincare set that arrived yesterday—it’s yours. I don’t care much for that brand. Consider

you, Mrs. Norris. I was just doing my

gratitude with a small yawn. Fatigue was catching up with her