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She paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She had planned to assure Daxton that she didn’t want to
involve him further, but she stopped herself. She knew his stubborn nature — he wouldn't back off easily.
Instead, she wrote, “She killed my child. | just want to find the evidence myself. It's the only thing | can do.”
On the other end, Daxton leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. Turning to his aide, he said coldly, “Create
a new Whataccount and nit ‘Private Investigator.'”
Within minutes, the fake account was set up, and Daxton messaged her: “Alright, Ill pass along his contact info.
He owesa favor. If you need anything, just reach out to him directly. He's reliable.”
Daxton sent Carrie the newly created Whatcontact and then reached for his aide’s phone. “I'll handle the
responses through this account. Stay out of it.”
Carrie quickly messaged the “private investigator,” explaining her intentions. Their brief conversation left her
feeling lighter, if only slightly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtExhaustion crept over her, and for the first tthat day, she allowed sleep to claim her.
When she woke, the room was bathed in shadows. The sky outside her window was dark, and a faint pang of
hunger gnawed at her stomach. Throwing off the blanket, she stood and walked to the door. As she stepped into
the hallway, the study door caught her attention—it was slightly ajar, light spilling into the dim corridor. Before
she could glance inside, Kristopher stepped out.
His gaze met hers, and a flicker of concern crossed his face. “Are you hungry?” he asked. “I can have the food
brought up to the bedroom.”
Carrie shook her head, her voice clipped. “No need. | can walk. I'll go downstairs to eat myself.”
Kristopher offered her a soft smile, attempting to keep the tone light. “Actually, I'm hungry too. Let's eat
together. The ingredients today are fresh—I'll have them prepare a salad and soup.”
Carrie didn’t respond, brushing past him as she headed for the stairs. Kristopher followed, his hand hovering
near her arm as if to steady her. Carrie pulled away, gripping the railing instead. Kristopher’s hand lingered mid-
air before he let it drop to his side. His expression remained calm as he followed her down the staircase.
Halfway down, Carrie froze, her gaze locking on the living room below. Camille was seated on the couch, her
posture poised yet casual. Carrie's steps faltered, her brow furrowing slightly.
Kristopher quickly stepped up beside her, sensing her confusion. “She was planning to visit you at the hospital,”
he explained. “I told her it would be better to chere instead. She just arrived—only five minutes ago. She
didn’t want to disturb you and thought you might sleep a little longer.”
Carrie's fingers tightened around the railing, her knuckles whitening. Kristopher’s words seemed carefully
measured, as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. The easy, harmonious atmosphere between them
felt all the more strange for a couple on the brink of breaking apart.
Without responding, Carrie quickened her pace, descending the stairs. Camille, hearing her approach, stood and
crossed the room with a warm smile. “Carrie,” Camille said softly, her tone gentle, “what are you doing out of
bed? You should have rested longer.”
Carrie shook her head. “I've been asleep too long. It's good to get up and move around a bit.” A faint smile
finally broke through Carrie’s otherwise expressionless demeanor.
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