My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1017:
He’d never been particularly close to his mother growing up. She had been more of a distant figure than a source of comfort. But
after his illness, she suddenly came all the way from Orkset and stayed by his side, attentive and warm, taking a conspicuous
interest in his relationship with Aliza.
And for a while, he let himself believe it meant something. That perhaps, after all these years, she had come to offer him the
maternal love he had always longed for. He didn’t want to question it. Didn’t want to probe too deeply and risk shattering that
fragile illusion of family he had just begun to embrace.
At the same time, his own assumptions had worked against him. He’d convinced himself he could never feel anything for
someone like Carrie—believing it so firmly that he never bothered to examine the truth beneath that belief.

And now, as incident after incident tugged at the seams of the narrative he’d been handed, Kristopher could no longer deny that
the situation was far more complex than he had ever imagined.
If he truly wanted answers—if he wanted the truth—he would have to uncover it himself.
The moment Arion and Carrie arrived at the Music Association, they were met with a flurry of attention. Several instructors and
members quickly gathered around them, all eager to greet them.
In recent months, the Morrison family had shifted much of their focus toward Carrie. Arion—often regarded as the least
promising of the Morrison sons—had been assigned as her personal bodyguard.
Though he often appeared aimless, Arion did hold an official role within the Music Association. He wasn’t without responsibilities.
When events like performances or evaluations arose, he was in charge of managing them.
Amid the commotion, Carrie offered a polite smile and turned to Arion. “I’ll head to the practice room and work on my piece. You
take care of whatever you need to do. When I’m done, just come find me.” The Music Association, currently under the Morrison
family’s influence, still adhered to a certain formality.
After a brief pause, Arion nodded. “Alright. But if anything happens, you call me right away.”
“Got it,” Carrie replied with a small nod before turning toward the corridor that led to the practice rooms.
She had originally planned to consult with Kendall regarding her performance piece—one she had composed herself.

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As a member of the Association, technical skill wasn’t enough. Composition was just as important.
But when she arrived at Kendall’s office, she was informed that he wasn’t in today—off attending to other commitments. The
instructors at the Music Association didn’t follow rigid schedules, and someone of Kendall’s stature certainly wasn’t bound to
routine.
Carrie regretted not calling ahead. If it were only about practice, she could’ve easily stayed home and worked in peace.
But since she was already here, she decided to make the most of her time and headed to her private practice room.
This particular room had been designated exclusively for members of the Morrison family. No one else had access, and only
Morrison members held the key.
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