My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 751:

Carrie nodded silently, settling into the chair without hesitation.

Torrie’s gaze lingered on Carrie as she pursed her lips, her voice tinged with undisguised envy.

“When I first saw Ms. Campbell in a wheelchair, I assumed she had sustained serious injuries. Yet moments ago, she sprang from her car to aid Mr. Norris with remarkable agility—faster than even I could react.”

The sight of Reece’s attentiveness toward Carrie sparked jealousy in Torrie. Even during their closest moments, Reece had maintained a careful distance from her.

Though aware of their familial connection, she couldn’t suppress her envy.

Marina bristled at Torrie’s implications, stepping forward with a fierce glare.

“That’s none of your concern! The Morrison family purchased this wheelchair—it’s their prerogative who uses it, be it Carrie, a cat, or a dog!”

Torrie’s response came as a soft chuckle.

“Oh, Ms. Webster, how charmingly naive you are.”

Carrie found herself at a loss for words. While Marina’s defense stemmed from genuine kindness, her choice of comparison left much to be desired.

After all, being likened to household pets hardly improved the situation.

The irony wasn’t lost on Carrie—she had never truly experienced the common saying “A fan can cause more damage than ten anti-fans” during her celebrity days. Yet here she was, witnessing it firsthand through Marina’s well-intentioned but misguided attempts at support.

Reece offered Torrie nothing more than an icy glance before turning to wheel Carrie away.

Maintaining her facade of nonchalance, Torrie patted Dariel’s shoulder.

“I’m exhausted and heading home. Don’t forget to transfer my portion of the winnings to my account.”

“Of course,” Dariel replied, his gaze shifting between the bank card in his hand and Carrie’s retreating figure. An intriguing smile played across his features as he contemplated the situation.

Isonridge’s carefully maintained peace, with its rigid family hierarchies, had grown stagnant over the years. Now here was someone truly fascinating—a figure capable of simultaneously disrupting multiple influential families. His thoughts wandered to how much more exciting life might become if he were to pursue Carrie’s company.noveldrama

Before departing, Arion cast a final glance at the bright yellow sports car. What he discovered made his blood run cold, his expression transforming instantly.

The severity of the tire wear seemed impossible, yet the evidence was undeniable.

Noticing Arion’s sudden change in demeanor, Reece transferred the wheelchair’s handles to Marina.

“Take Carrie ahead—Arion and I need to discuss something.”

Marina, ever dutiful, complied without question.

Though Carrie suspected Reece intended to speak with Torrie, she remained silent as Marina guided her away.

Once they were alone, Arion turned to Reece, his voice thick with uncertainty.

“What’s your read on Kristopher’s actions?”

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