My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 462

Chapter 462:

Melany glanced at the phone. “It might be something urgent. You'd better answer.”

Carrie hesitated only briefly before taking the call, her voice calm as she greeted, “Daxton.”

There was nothing inappropriate about her friendship with Daxton, and Carrie didn’t want to avoid the call in

front of Kristopher’s grandparents, as it could lead to unnecessary speculation later.

Daxton’s voice cthrough the line, warm and familiar. “Have you eaten yet?”

Carrie glanced at the dining table and replied, “I'm about to. Kristopher’s grandfather and grandmother are

here.”

Daxton’s tone shifted, sounding apologetic. “Am | interrupting something?”

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The room was quiet enough that Shawn and Melany could clearly hear Daxton’s voice.

Carrie turned to the elderly couple and said, “Shawn, Melany, please go ahead and eat. Don’t wait for me.”

She made a move to help serve the elderly couple, but Melany waved her off with a chuckle, already picking up

her fork. “Shawn and | can manage just fine. You don’t have to fuss over us.”

Carrie focused back on the call. “Daxton, is something wrong? Do you need something?”

There was a brief pause on the line before Daxton spoke, his tone careful. “The person Lise transferred money to

—Emilio—is your housekeeper Willow's son.”

Carrie's heart skipped a beat.

Emilio...

The nsuddenly clicked into place.

She remembered Emifrom the “car accident.”

She now realized why it had sounded familiar at the time.

A flood of memories washed over her—Willow’s inexplicable hostility, her over-eager interest in Carrie's affairs,

the suspicious moments that Carrie had brushed aside in the past. All the pieces fell into place. Willow wasn’t

just nosy or resentful. She was working for Lise.

Daxton’s voice brought her back to the present. “Carrie? Are you okay?”

Carrie quickly masked her shock with a faint smile. “I'm fine. Thank you for tellingthis, Daxton.”

“Do you have a plan?” Daxton asked gently. “Is there anything | can do to help?”

“I'll manage on my own, thank you. This matter is personal and within the family,” she said politely.

As Carrie's other hand rested on the table, her fingers began to trace unconscious patterns. Though she spoke

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with outward calm, her thoughts were in disarray, swirling with confusion.

“Very well, just know that you can contactif you need anything,” Daxton replied, his voice tinged with a

subtle undertone of disappointment.

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