My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 105:

Carrie grasped their true intentions immediately. They had come fully prepared. Gracie’s prolonged illness stemmed from her condition that barred surgical interventions, leaving only conservative treatments viable. After multiple expert consultations, doctors from both Isonridge and Steu Skua had advised Carrie to explore traditional medicine options. A skilled practitioner in that field could potentially offer a significant breakthrough.

Carrie had already approached several renowned traditional medicine doctors, yet none had delivered promising results. Now, this couple was scheming to manipulate her into an alliance with the Crawford family. Carrie knew all too well that if Gracie discovered she was contemplating marriage to secure a doctor, she would outright reject the treatment.

With that realization, Carrie held her ground. “Neither Grandma nor I need any assistance from the Crawford family.”

Faced with her firm stance, Tristan couldn’t hide his frustration. “You’ve been married before. You’re no longer the naive girl you once were. What harm is there in remarrying?”

Disbelief flickered across Carrie’s face as she stared at the man before her. The sting of those words was sharper because they didn’t sound like her father at all. This was the breaking point. Years of pent-up sorrow and rage surged through her. In a swift motion, Carrie hurled her phone directly at Tristan’s face and bellowed, “Get out! You fucking bastard!”

Tristan gripped his throbbing eye, his face twisted in pain. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, aiming to strike Carrie. “You insolent child, how dare you hit me!”

Carrie, fueled by fury, was too slow to evade the impending slap, which landed squarely on her cheek. Her vision blurred momentarily, and she staggered, nearly losing her footing.

As Tristan raised his hand for another blow, a tall figure intervened, stepping in front of Carrie with protective haste. Straightening her tousled hair, Carrie’s gaze lifted to see Oliver standing there. Towering over Tristan, Oliver exuded an authoritative aura, honed from years at Kristopher’s side.

With an icy tone, he warned, “Mr. Campbell, I would advise caution in your actions. Remember, Mrs. Norris is under the protection of the Norris family.”

Tristan, ever the bully when the odds were in his favor, hesitated and lowered his hand, his defiance simmering as he growled, “No one dictates how I discipline my own child.”

Oliver dismissed Tristan’s mutterings and guided Carrie gently to a nearby chair. “Mrs. Norris, are you alright?”

His voice softened as he regarded her, his eyes reflecting a hint of compassion for her plight. Carrie, a victim of her cruel familial ties, seemed all the more pitiable under his concerned scrutiny.

The bodyguards surrounded Cindy and Tristan. Sensing the escalating tension, Cindy quickly ushered Tristan away in a humiliating retreat.

Dabbing at her tears, Carrie looked up at Oliver with vulnerable eyes and asked in a quivering voice, “Why are you here?”

“Allow me to handle Gracie’s medical expenses,” Oliver offered openly, his voice carrying a tone of earnest responsibility. “Mrs. Norris, Mr. Norris has already transferred eight hundred thousand to cover the upcoming medical bills for several months.”

This arrangement didn’t come as a surprise, given that Kristopher had organized the hospital care, likely keeping himself informed of all developments.

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