My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 570:

Carrie’s voice, though faint, cut through the silence like a knife. “Don’t apologize. You don’t mean it.”

Kristopher stiffened, but she went on, her tone laced with bitterness. “You don’t truly believe you’ve done anything wrong, so why waste time on empty words? You were always honest, Kristopher. I never expected you to show such a despicable side.”

Though her lips curved into a bitter sneer, tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, trailing down to her mouth. Hearing her speak—even with such venom—brought him a flicker of relief.

He tightened his hold on her, his voice thick with emotion. “I do think I’ve been wrong. I didn’t protect you the way I should have. I let—I…”

Before he could finish, Carrie slipped her hand out from beneath the blanket and pushed him away. “Even now, you refuse to admit the truth,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “You shielded Lise. She’s responsible for our child’s death.”

his voice steady. He hesitated, then added, “I’ve asked Oliver to investigate her relationship with that man. I need to know if she had anything to do with

feel his breath—warm and faintly scented with wood—against her skin. Her voice was slow and deliberate as she asked, “If it turns out she is the mastermind, what do you

hadn’t truly considered this question before. In his eyes, Lise was the kindest person in the

tone growing colder. “If Lise Nash is the culprit, what. Do. You. Plan.

for a long moment before lowering

“If Lise is involved, I’ll send her abroad immediately. She’ll have to face the

than any accusation. “Abroad? With millions in assets and the best medical care at her disposal? You call that facing consequences?” Her voice dripped with derision as she continued, “Kristopher, I understand the words you’re saying. What I don’t understand is the meaning behind them.” Her gaze swept over him, cool and detached. “But I’ll give you credit

of the blanket, his knuckles whitening before he finally let go. His voice, barely above a whisper, was strained. “Carrie, I lost my younger sister once. I can’t let the

sight of her bloodied body, the final moments when he had failed to protect her—it was a wound that had never