NovelUpdateChapter 552:
The day of Carrie's discharge from the hospital had arrived. Kristopher meticulously groomed himself, his usual
composure replaced by a nervous energy. He kept adjusting his white tracksuit, glancing at Oliver for
reassurance.
“Does this look alright? Do I look... tired?” Kristopher asked, his tone uncertain.
Oliver offered a patient, reassuring smile. “You look perfect, Mr. Norris. Mrs. Norris picked out that tracksuit for
you—she’ll definitely like it.”
Kristopher nodded, carrying a bouquet of pink orchids and roses, their soft fragrance filling the air. He had
chosen the arrangement carefully, hoping it would bring a smile to her face.
Just as he entered her hospital room, Daxton followed close behind. He was holding a bouquet of his own—purple
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Carrie, who had been stoic and emotionless throughout her recovery, offered a faint smile the moment Daxton
walked in. Sitting in a wheelchair, her frail figure looked even more delicate. The sight sent a pang through
Kristopher’s chest.
On one hand, he was jealous of the smile she gave Daxton. On the other, he was relieved—at least she was
smiling again, even if it wasn’t for him. During her stay in the hospital, he had not seen her smile once.
As Daxton placed the purple bouquet in Carrie's arms, he said in a soft voice, “Carrie, I'm here to take you
home.”
Kristopher stepped forward, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He forced a thin veneer of politeness as he
said, “Mr. Garcia, thank you for visiting.”
“My wife is still recovering from a serious illness and isn’t in a position to entertain guests. I'll be taking her
hto rest now. If you have any business with her, you can arrange it after she’s fully recovered.”
Daxton didn’t budge. Instead, a faint, almost taunting smile crossed his lips. “I think Carrie might not want to go
back with you.”
Kristopher’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Daxton’s gaze shifted from Kristopher to Carrie. Ignoring Kristopher entirely, Daxton crouched in front of Carrie,
his tone gentle, as though Kristopher weren't even there. “Carrie,” he said, “I found the information you asked
Kristopher’s confusion deepened, and his gaze darted between Carrie and Daxton. “What investigation?” he
demanded.
Carrie's fingers tightened around the bouquet in her lap. Her hollow gaze sharpened slightly as she focused on
Daxton, silently urging him to continue.
Daxton’s calm voice cut through the tension. “The ‘health supplement’ in your hwas provided by Lise.
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Kristopher felt his chest constrict as an ominous sense of dread settled over him. “What health supplement?” he
asked, grabbing Daxton by the collar. “And what does this have to do with Lise?”
Daxton shook him off and straightened. With a mocking smile, he replied, “The supplement your mother
prepared to strengthen Carrie's health? Your beloved ex-girlfriend swapped it for poison.”
His deliberate emphasis on “ex-girlfriend” was a pointed jab.
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