My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 566:

“Good. You may go,” Kristopher said, his tone detached.

Carrie quickly slipped into the shadows of a nearby empty room, her heartbeat quickening. She stayed there, waiting until the sound of the maid’s retreating footsteps disappeared into the silence. Emerging quietly, she tiptoed up the stairs.

The third floor was dim, except for a single room with a soft glow spilling into the hallway. She moved toward the light and stopped just short of the doorway, peering inside.

Kristopher sat on a sofa, his expression tense, while several doctors huddled around a table, engrossed in a discussion. The air in the room was thick with the pungent aroma of herbs. Kristopher reached for his cigarette pack but hesitated, glancing at the medicinal plants before putting it down.

“How long until we see results?” he asked impatiently. “This stuff smells terrible, and she hates bitterness.”

One doctor, studying the prescription in his hands, sighed. “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris’s uterine injury is extensive. Traditional medicine works holistically and requires time to show results. Unfortunately, immediate effects are unlikely.”

doctor nodded. “We’re trying to ensure the medicine is

effects,” the doctor paused, then added, “This makes it

spoke cautiously. “If it’s about infertility, surrogacy options nowadays are highly advanced. There are

did you just say?” A cold, sharp voice sliced through

unison toward the doorway, where Carrie stood in her white nightgown. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her wide, tear-filled eyes seemed to belong to a ghostly apparition

an uneasy silence. The doctors exchanged

approached her, his movements careful, almost wary. “Carrie,” he said gently, “you’re awake? Couldn’t

to brush a lock of hair from

of doctors. “What did you say just now?” she demanded, her

froze, their eyes darting between Kristopher and Carrie. None of

a hand, dismissing them.