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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 517
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Chapter 517:

The man hesitated, his expression hardening. “Lise, it's not just about the accident. The victim... that girl. Her

background is—"

“I know you've done enough foralready,” Lise interrupted, standing abruptly and crossing the room to a

nearby table. She retrieved a leather envelope and walked back to him, placing it in his lap. “You took the fall for

my dad when no one else would, and you introduced Emito me, both of which I'm grateful for.”

She gestured toward the envelope, her movements sharp. “Take this. It's enough to start something small. A

café, maybe. Live quietly. You don’t need to be concerned about the past anymore.”

The man stared at the envelope, its corners worn, revealing the thick stack of cash inside—about forty to fifty

thousand. He shook his head vehemently. “Lise, | didn’t chere for money. | volunteered to take the fall for

your dad, and you already gavea hundred thousand. I'm not greedy. You know that.”

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“Take it,” she cut him off, her voice flat but firm. Turning her back to him, she walked toward the window and

folded her arms across her chest. “There’s no need to talk about the past. | called you here because | need your

help with something.”

The man quickly rose to his feet, clutching the envelope. “Don’t call it help,” he said, his tone almost desperate.

“Just tellwhat you need, and I'll do it.”

Lise turned around slowly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “That woman's pregnant.” Her voice cracked,

but she swallowed hard and pushed through. “If she has the baby, Kristopher will have a family of his own.”

“And me?” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “There’ll be no place foranymore.” She sank back onto the sofa,

pressing her hands to her temples. Her words cout choked. “I can’t go back to the way things were... | just

can’t. After living like this, after tasting what life could be—going back would be worse than dying.”

The man’s jaw tightened. He looked at her, torn between guilt and determination. Finally, he said, “I understand.

| won't let that child be born. Don’t worry, Lise. Whatever you want, I'll do everything to make it happen.”

At the dining table, Kristopher leaned back in his chair, his phone pressed to his ear. Across from him, Carrie sat

quietly, her focus on her meal.

“The production team is asking about the broadcast schedule for the variety show,” Kristopher said, his voice

steady as he glanced at Carrie. “What do you think?”

Carrie didn’t look up, poking at her food with a fork. “Whatever. I'm fine with anything.”

Now that Katrina's identity had been revealed and everything settled, the announcement wouldn't carry much

weight.

Kristopher frowned, his sharp gaze settling on her. “Whatever? This is our official announcement. Why aren't you

taking it seriously?”

Carrie sighed, setting down her fork. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before responding. “After the

wedding, maybe? What do you think?”

Kristopher studied her for a moment, before nodding in satisfaction. He turned back to his phone. “Two weeks

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from now.”

Carrie blinked, surprised. “Isn't that a bit rushed?”

Kristopher ended the call and set the phone aside, leaning forward. “Why wait?” he said, his tone casual but

firm. “Let’s not drag this out.”

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