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The man’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Kristopher with an expression that was almost triumphant.
“Kristopher... you owe me.”
His voice was so faint it was hard to make out the words. Kristopher bent down, his ear close to the man’s
mouth. “What did you say?”
A strange, twisted smile spread across the man’s face. “I accidentally hit your sister with my car... You... you
made my life in prison a living hell. It's all your fault. Karma... It’s your retribution... You bring misfortune to
everyone around you...”
With those final words, the man’s chest stilled, the mocking smile frozen on his lifeless face. The man had
deliberately reminded Kristopher of the car accident, hoping that it would distract him from any real
investigation that might bring Lise into the picture.
Kristopher straightened slowly, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the body. “Investigate the driver
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtinvolved in that car accident,” Kristopher ordered, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
Prison had changed the man drastically, and it was hard to tell his true identity. Oliver blinked in surprise, then
quickly nodded. “Yes, Mr. Norris.” He hadn't expected the incident to connect to such a distant thread. The
revelation left him uneasy, a sense of something larger and more dangerous looming just out of reach.
The moon hung high in a sparse sky, its cold light filtering into Carrie's hospital room. The glow of countless
homes outside contrasted with the stark, cold light of the hospital room, making it feel even more desolate.
Carrie lay motionless in her bed, her eyes fluttering open. The doctor entered to check on her, pulling back the
covers to examine her wound. He froze, his face paling. The wound had reopened, the blood seeping through her
hospital gown and forming a dark, dried stain beneath her. Carrie remained still, her face devoid of emotion.
The doctor motioned to the nurses, and a flurry of movement followed as they rushed to treat her.
Carrie lay motionless, like a discarded rag doll, her hair a tangled veil across her pale face. Even as the medical
team worked frantically around her, she remained still, her body unresponsive, as if all the life within her had
retreated somewhere far away.
As Kristopher stepped out of the elevator, he was immediately met with a scene of urgency—doctors and nurses
hurried in and out of Carrie's hospital room. A wave of dread washed over him as he made his way to the room,
his pace quickening.
Upon entering, he addressed the medical team with a grave tone, “What's happening to my wife?”
The tension in the room thickened. The medical staff exchanged uneasy glances, hesitant to answer. Carrie
caught the worried look on his face and managed a weak, ironic smile. Had she not witnessed him fiercely
defending Lise before, she might have believed his concern was genuine.
Feeling foolish for her endless forgiveness, she mused bitterly that her willingness to forgive so easily was
precisely why Kristopher and Lise continued to wrong her.
Softly, she intervened, “Don’t blthem. The doctors shouldn't be troubled.”
Turning to the medical team, she added, “Thank you for your care. You're all dismissed now.”
The doctors, having addressed her immediate medical needs, exchanged brief nods before leaving the room.
The nurses followed, offering a few final directions as they exited.
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