My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 562:

Kristopher lingered only for a moment before stepping into the kitchen, giving the two women space as he checked on the dinner preparations. Camille took Carrie’s arm and guided her to the couch. Once they were seated, she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” Carrie replied softly. “I’m fine now.”

Camille cast a glance toward the kitchen, ensuring Kristopher was out of earshot, before turning back to Carrie. Her voice dropped even lower, filled with determination. “Don’t worry. I’ve been gathering evidence on that witch. My brother’s helping me, and I haven’t said a word to Albin yet.”

Camille reached out, her hand covering Carrie’s. “You’re not alone in this. I’m here. Ruby’s offered her help too.”

it was enough. For the first time in what felt like forever, Carrie felt a

over the entire Norris Mansion, which seemed to be wrapped in a thick fog of despair. Since Billie had slapped Kailee,

a shopping spree and a spa treatment, hoping to clear her mind of the storm brewing within. Normally, Kailee would be her shopping companion, chatting away and making the hours

settled in and placed her order, the door to her room swung open. Billie was about to compliment the swift service when she looked up and saw Lise standing in the doorway. Her polite smile evaporated as she coolly

strolled over to sit across from Billie. “I’ve been meaning to have a word with you, Mrs. Norris. I didn’t anticipate running into you here, but

Lise’s motives. Even if Lise fancied herself as

dismissively. “You should really take a step back. Carrie is injured and lost her child. No matter what, the Norris family won’t exploit this tragedy to end her marriage. You might as well give up on Kristopher. The fact that you didn’t marry him in the first place says it all—there was never any destiny between

with Billie’s coffee, a charming little pot accompanied by two cups. Lise glanced at the waiter, said nothing, and nonchalantly poured herself a cup, savoring the aroma. As the waiter left, closing the door behind him, Lise remarked, “The quality of the ingredients here is truly impressive.” She set down her cup and, with a soft gaze aimed at Billie, added, “I didn’t realize that Mom and I shared such refined