Chapter 567:

The elderly doctor hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. He glanced helplessly at Kristopher, who stepped forward and gently placed his hand over Carrie’s wrist.

“Carrie, let him go,” Kristopher said softly. “He’s old enough to be your grandfather, and he’s been working late into the night to help you.”

“Don’t treat him like this.”

Kristopher’s voice was calm, almost pleading. “Be good. Let them go. I promise I’ll tell you everything. I won’t hold anything back.”

The weight of his words lingered.

hand fell to her side,

smile. “Mrs. Norris, I understand how difficult this is for you.” With that, he bowed slightly and followed the

room was silent, save for the quiet rustle of the

where the scab from her earlier bite stood out, red and swollen. The sight of the imperfection on his once-perfect wrist sent a pang of guilt through her chest. She quickly looked away, her voice trembling. “Tell me the truth.” Fate didn’t just take her child… it stripped her of the ability to conceive again. Was this punishment? Was she unworthy

hitched as the weight

silence—not with words, but with action. He stepped forward, cupped her

cautious, brushed against her

“It’s going to be okay. I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to heal you. With all the advances in medicine, there’s hope. And even if

words jolted Carrie back to the harsh reality of her pain. She pushed him away instinctively, the sudden force sending him off balance. He fell

love story that killed our child. You

moment, he looked stricken. Then, as if consumed by something primal, he surged forward, wrapping her in his arms. His kisses were no longer gentle but urgent and unrestrained, as

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