My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 981:

The tension in the house was palpable.

Sweat beaded on the housekeeper’s back. She avoided Kristopher’s gaze, focusing on her feet instead. “Mr. Norris, there’s been a misunderstanding… I didn’t notice you. I was on my way to buy groceries, but when I reached the main gate, I remembered I hadn’t taken out the kitchen trash yet.”

Worried Kristopher might not believe her, she gestured hurriedly toward the kitchen. “The trash is still there. I can fetch it now if you’d like to see.”

Kristopher’s gaze softened as he asked, “Where is everyone else? Where’s Aliza?”

The housekeeper replied sincerely, “Mr. Herrera is at the company, Mrs. Herrera has gone to Mrs. Quinn’s house, and Miss Herrera is resting in her room.”noveldrama

Kristopher continued, “Has Aliza eaten?”

The housekeeper’s anxiety grew. She couldn’t shake the image of Aliza devouring takeout earlier. With a quiet whisper, she murmured, “She ate. She had porridge this morning.”

It was then that Kristopher waved his hand, clearly irritated. “Take out the trash. Don’t leave it here to gather germs. She’s in a fragile state right now.”

Relieved, the housekeeper hurried toward the kitchen.

Kristopher proceeded to the second floor.

He located Aliza’s bedroom without difficulty and knocked. “Aliza?” He didn’t wait for a response. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and entered.

Aliza was reclining in bed, looking as though she had just awakened. Sleep still clouded her eyes as she gazed at Kristopher. “Kristopher? Why are you here this early?”

Kristopher saw that her face had lost some color, and suddenly, the haunting memory of her falling down the stairs, blood staining her clothes, flashed before his eyes.

A wave of sorrow washed over him, softening the chill he had felt.

Kristopher approached slowly and made his way to her bedside. Instead of sitting on the bed as he usually did, he chose a stool next to it.

In a gentle voice, he asked, “Are you feeling any better? The housekeeper mentioned you only had porridge. You need more nutritious meals to recover, don’t you think?”

Aliza propped herself into a sitting position. Observing this, Kristopher stood and tucked a pillow behind her to support her back.

He then sat down again, but she caught his wrist. “Kristopher, why do I sense some distance between us?”

Kristopher compressed his lips, his mind racing with different ways to phrase his thoughts. In the end, he decided to be forthright. “Did Carrie really provoke you and cause your fall down the stairs?”

A heavy feeling settled in Aliza’s heart as she cautiously responded, “I didn’t say Carrie pushed me… We argued, and I accidentally slipped during the scuffle.”

Kristopher wasn’t satisfied with such a vague answer. He asked, “Why did you have an argument? Did you approach her, or did she come to you?”

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