My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 679:

The maid’s anxious voice carried through the air, but it did little to stop Marina, who stormed in with her bag in hand, leaving the maid looking flustered. Spotting Carrie, the maid sighed in relief as if she had found a lifeline. “Miss Campbell, I—”

Carrie waved her off. “It’s fine. You can leave now.”

“Miss Webster, what brings you here today?” Carrie asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned back in her chair.

Marina was dressed in a white tank top layered with a pink long-sleeved shirt and matching shorts.

Her vibrant outfit exuded youthful energy, though her stormy expression was far from cheerful.

Marina tossed her luxury handbag onto the table with a casual air and plopped into the chair next to Carrie. “What? Can’t I visit if there’s nothing going on?”

Carrie’s gaze remained steady. “Reece isn’t home,” she replied coolly.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Marina’s face, but she quickly retorted, “Who said I’m here to see him? Can’t I come to see you?”

“What could we possibly need to discuss?” Carrie asked, pretending to be deep in thought.

After a moment, she looked up with a playful expression. “Oh, I know. You’re here to apologize to me in person.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Forget it. I’m not petty enough to hold grudges against someone as naive as a child.”

Marina’s face flushed with frustration. “You!”

Carrie cut her off, her voice calm yet sharp. “What about me? If you’re here to apologize, at least do it properly. Pointing fingers—really? Is that how the Webster family raises their children?”

Her gaze flicked to Marina’s hand, and the implied criticism hung in the air.

The comment was more embarrassing than painful.

Within the esteemed circles of Isonridge, accusations of improper upbringing had never touched the Webster family, much less been thrown in their face. Apart from Kyson, no one had the audacity to reproach her in such a manner. Even the senior members of her family showered her with affection, not to mention her circle of friends.

In the circles of high society where ranks mattered, the Websters, being the elite, were always treated with reverence.noveldrama

With a flash of anger, Marina yanked her hand away, her gaze burning Carrie with resentment.

Carrie couldn’t help but think Marina looked a bit adorable in her anger, like a feisty little doll.

Marina’s eyes landed on the sandwich on the table, and her lips curled into a sly smile. “Is this what the Morrisons serve you? It looks worse than street food.” She smirked, clearly pleased with herself as arrogance twinkled in her eyes. Carrie observed that Marina wore her emotions openly—a sign of her sheltered upbringing as a privileged young lady.

Any other woman her age behaving similarly would likely have faced numerous challenges.

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