My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 561:

She paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She had planned to assure Daxton that she didn’t want to involve him further, but she stopped herself. She knew his stubborn nature — he wouldn’t back off easily. Instead, she wrote, “She killed my child. I just want to find the evidence myself. It’s the only thing I can do.”

On the other end, Daxton leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. Turning to his aide, he said coldly, “Create a new WhatsApp account and name it ‘Private Investigator.'”

Within minutes, the fake account was set up, and Daxton messaged her: “Alright, I’ll pass along his contact info. He owes me a favor. If you need anything, just reach out to him directly. He’s reliable.”

Daxton sent Carrie the newly created WhatsApp contact and then reached for his aide’s phone. “I’ll handle the responses through this account. Stay out of it.”

Carrie quickly messaged the “private investigator,” explaining her intentions. Their brief conversation left her feeling lighter, if only slightly.

for the first time that day,

sky outside her window was dark, and a faint pang of hunger gnawed at her stomach. Throwing off the blanket, she stood and walked to the door. As she stepped

face. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

shook her head, her voice clipped. “No need. I can walk. I’ll

soft smile, attempting to keep the tone light. “Actually, I’m hungry too.

respond, brushing past him as she headed for the stairs. Kristopher followed, his hand hovering near her arm as if to steady her. Carrie pulled away, gripping the railing instead. Kristopher’s hand lingered mid-air before

gaze locking on the living room below. Camille was seated on the couch, her posture poised yet casual. Carrie’s steps faltered, her brow furrowing

was planning to visit you at the hospital,” he explained. “I told her it would be better to come here instead. She just arrived—only five

knew exactly what she was thinking. The