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Adding to Lise’s unease, she knew that Carrie wasn’t sitting idly by. Camille and Daxton were working in the
background, sniffing out the truth about her involvement in Carrie’s child's death. Kristopher, too, had grown
distant, and his loyalty felt increasingly uncertain.
But Billie—Billie was different. Between the memory of an unborn grandchild and the reality of a long-lost
daughter standing before her, Lise was confident Billie would choose her every time.
At Bayview Villa, Kristopher hovered nearby as Carrie and Camille ate dinner, but neither woman spoke much.
Camille excused herself shortly after the meal, leaving Carrie and Kristopher alone. Without a word, Carrie
retreated to her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.
The quiet of the room offered little solace. Since her engagements had all been canceled due to the pregnancy
and wedding, she decided to take out her laptop and start working on a script.
Kristopher entered the room silently, his presence behind her unmistakable. “You should take it easy,” he said
gently. “There’s no need to worry about work right now.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie's fingers paused on the keyboard, but she didn’t turn to face him. Her voice was cold, her words sharp.
“Now you're trying to control my work too?”
Kristopher hesitated, his hand halfway to her shoulder. Her words froze him in place. Slowly, he dropped his arm
back to his side. “That's not what | meant,” he said softly, his tone laden with frustration.
Carrie didn’t respond. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, her silence cutting deeper than words.
Finally, Kristopher broke the quiet. “I'll be in the study tonight. You can sleep alone.” He turned and left without
waiting for a reply, the door clicking shut behind him.
Carrie didn’t move. Her expression remained impassive as she reached for her phone, typing a message to the
private investigator: “Can you find out who told Lise about my pregnancy?”
Inside his villa, Daxton reclined on the plush sofa, scrolling through messages from Carrie on his phone. The glow
from the screen illuminated his sharp features, his black silk loungewear adding a quiet elegance that hinted at
danger, like a villain from an old noir film.
His aide, standing a few feet away, broke the silence. “Garcia, perhaps it wasn’t wise to involve Lise in getting rid
of the child. This chain reaction has forced us to fabricate a fake informant. The situation is becoming
increasingly precarious. If Ms. Campbell ever discovers you were the one who tipped off Lise...”
“She won't,” Daxton interrupted, his voice calm but resolute. He typed a single word—"yes”—into his phone and
hit send before switching off the screen. His tone remained collected as he continued, “My goal was never to
harm the child. If circumstances had allowed, | would have protected it. Bloodlines have never meant much to
me—blood is simply a tool to bind heirs. What matters is loyalty. People are far more devoted to those who show
them kindness than to those who share their DNA.”
Daxton sat up, his demeanor shifting as he slid his feet into his slippers. “Lise was simply the means to an end. |
wanted Carrie to see Kristopher’s blind devotion to her. Carrie, for all her brilliance, is far too soft-hearted.
Kristopher has hurt her repeatedly, and yet she clings to him. Only by enduring enough pain will she find the
strength to sever ties with him completely.”
Reaching for a cigarette box on the coffee table, Daxton paused, his sharp eyes flickering to his aide. “Handle
the fallout from Lise’s actions carefully.”
The truth behind those two incidents must not reach Kristopher— not until their divorce is finalized.” His
silhouette beca shadow against the dim light as he stood, his features unreadable.
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