My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1097:

Daxton’s fingers tapped lightly against the glass as he stared off, deep in thought.

Elsewhere, Kristopher was sitting in the car, planning to run a few errands, when he passed by a medical waste disposal truck on the road. The truck’s window was down, and he happened to catch a few words from the driver and his buddy—”Woman,” “Beautiful,” “Such a pity.”

It sent a jolt through his chest.

Kristopher wasn’t the overly sensitive type, but when he got a gut feeling like this—it usually meant something bad was about to happen. A few times abroad, instincts like this had saved his life.

He glanced again at the truck. On the side, the name of a private gynecology hospital was printed—the same one Camille had mentioned recently.

She’d said Carrie was going there for prenatal check-ups.

His stomach tightened. He pulled out his phone and called Carrie. The call connected after a few rings, and he breathed a sigh of relief, asking, “Where are you?”

you looking for Ms. Campbell? She’s at the hospital… for a check-up. I,

like she was holding something

and composed. No maid would ever pick up a private call to family members unless something was wrong. His tone turned cold. “Where is Carrie?

like a punch to

her!” the maid

hard. He snapped at the driver, “Turn around. Follow that waste disposal

back into the phone, “Tell

at g aln ov

explanation, voice trembling as she recounted what had happened at

told her firmly to alert the Morrison family immediately

still on the phone when the driver—no ordinary chauffeur, but a former special forces soldier—began to piece the

up. “Mr. Norris, this road leads to the seaside. Want me to have

frowned. The seaside was too obvious. Anyone who analyzed the route could predict that