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?”

woman’s voice came on, clearly not Carrie’s. “Are you looking for Ms. Campbell? She’s at the

like

and composed. No maid would ever pick up a private call to family

next words hit him like

can’t find her!” the

snapped at the driver, “Turn around. Follow

the phone, “Tell me

the thrill at g aln ov el s .

her explanation, voice trembling as she recounted what had

told her firmly to alert the Morrison family immediately and contact the police—then ended the

the phone when the driver—no ordinary chauffeur,

ended the call, the driver spoke up. “Mr. Norris, this road leads to the seaside. Want me to

was too obvious. Anyone who