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After a moment's hesitation, he approached, slid his arm around Camille in a comforting embrace, and
suggested, “Let's go home, darling. We should let Carrie have her rest.”
As Camille looked at Carrie's pale complexion, she bit back the harsh words meant for Kristopher and silently
followed Albin out.
Just as Kristopher was about to take a seat, Carrie, her eyes still shut, subtly turned her head away, murmuring,
“You should go, too. | need to be alone.”
Ignoring her request, Kristopher sat down beside the bed and extended his hand to hold hers.
Carrie attempted to pull her hand away. Kristopher, however, tightened his hold.
Carrie's eyes snapped open as she fixed him with a stern gaze. “Must you persist? Will you only stop if you see
Kristopher slowly let go of her hand, his voice softening as he said, “I'll keep my distance. | just want to sit with
you.”
Turning away from him once more, Carrie faced the other direction and fell silent.
Kristopher got up and moved to the sofa at the foot of the bed. He instinctively took out a cigarette from his
pocket and lit it, only to realize he was in a hospital room. He grabbed a paper cup, extinguished the cigarette in
the bottom, and tossed the cup into the trash.
Leaning back on the sofa, his gaze fell once more on Carrie, who looked like a wounded animal. Perhaps because
of the pain, her body trembled slightly from tto time. Seeing her like this broke his heart. He wanted to bear
all her burdens for her. Yet, he couldn't even hold her now. The short distance between them felt like a world
apart.
He didn’t know how much thad passed before Carrie drifted into a fitful sleep, her body relaxing
considerably. Seeing this, Kristopher called in the nurse and caretaker to stay in the room and stationed a
bodyguard outside. He took one last deep look at the frail figure on the bed, leaving behind a simple instruction,
“Take good care of Mrs. Norris,” before swiftly exiting the room.
Inside the villa, Daxton reclined on the sofa, his tall frrelaxed. He picked up a cigar from the coffee table and
lit it. A bodyguard escorted a man dressed in heavy disguise into the room, the man wearing an oversized coat.
The man removed his hat, sunglasses, and mask, revealing a foreign face. If any of the doctors who had
operated on Carrie were present, they would have recognized him as the surgeon who had just performed her
operation.
Daxton exhaled a plof smoke, asking leisurely, “Is she alright?”
The doctor hesitated for a moment before cautiously replying, “It’s just surgery. She'll recover soon.”
However, the bullet had pierced her uterus, and it might be difficult for her to conceive in the future.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis voice grew noticeably quieter as he spoke the last sentence.
Daxton looked up at him, his face expressionless, revealing no emotion. “Is there a way to treat this condition?”
The doctor thought for a moment and said, “Dr. Hampton, a specialist in gynecology, is renowned for treating
this kind of condition.”
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