NovelEnglishChapter 977: Her steady tone barely seemed to affect him, but the final sentence struck a nerve. A surge of unexplainable fury flashed through his eyes, and his grip on her wrist tightened.
He pressed her hand firmly against the wall, his gaze burning with accusation. "No matter how you twist it, you can't escape responsibility," he growled. "I'm reporting this to the police. I want you to pay for what you did to my child. Everyone has to face the consequences of their actions." Carrie's composed facade wavered. His words sliced through her, reopening old wounds she had struggled to heal.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Everyone has to face the consequences of their actions?" she echoed, her voice trembling. She tilted her head back, her eyes reddening, as she repeated his words with a questioning tone.
Lise had killed her child—there had been evidence, undeniable and clear. Yet Kristopher had begged her to let Lise go, pleading until the cost was their marriage.
He had done everything to protect Lise, the woman he cherished. But now, without a shred of proof, he demanded Carrie's punishment. Sthings could be excused by amnesia, but this blatant hypocrisy had nothing to do with memory loss.
She was supposed to pay for Aliza's child, but what about her own? Her child had been fully formed when he died—a tiny, vulnerable life caught in the crossfire. How much pain had he endured when that bullet pierced his body? He hadn't even had the chance to cry out, to struggle, to hide.
Kristopher's expression remained hard. "Of course!" Carrie laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and hollow. "Then go and hold Lise accountable right now!" A flicker of confusion crossed his face. "What does this have to do with Lise?" Hearing the familiar, almost tender way he said Lise's ntwisted something deep within her. Her heart felt like it was being wrung dry. "Kristopher, you makesick," she whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion and contempt.
His eyes narrowed, and his grip shifted, fingers closing around her neck. "Don't push me, Carrie. Don't think I won't hit a woman." "What are you doing?!" The sharp voice cut through the tension, and both of them turned. Daxton stood at the end of the hallway, his expression dark and thunderous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe placed the milk tea he had been carrying on the floor. Within moments, he was between them, his body a shield. He shoved Kristopher back, his protective stance unyielding.
Kristopher hadn't intended to harm Carrie seriously. The raw emotion in her eyes had rattled him more than he could admit.
Daxton's forceful shove snapped him out of his anger, and he and he reluctantly released her, stepping back a few paces.
As soon as Kristopher released her, Carrie quickly moved behind Daxton, her heart pounding.
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