My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1038:
The second nurse turned and shut the door behind them with a soft click. Her expression was sharp.
“Miss Hinks warned you not to wander off,” she said coldly. “If you’re so eager to die, go ahead. But if you drag Miss Hinks down
with you, we’ll make sure you regret it.”
“I get it,” the first nurse replied flatly. She peeled off her mask and cap, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Then, she sat down
on the sofa and lit a cigarette, her movements smooth and practiced.
Had Carrie stayed just a moment longer, she would have recognized her instantly. This wasn’t a middle-aged nurse at all. It was
Lise—escaped from prison.
Inside the Rolls-Royce parked outside the hospital, Daxton sat in the back seat, legs crossed, a cigar resting between his
fingers. His eyes, narrowed and unreadable, stared straight ahead.

Next to him, a man in a sleek black suit leaned in respectfully. “It looks like Alethea’s using Lise as a pawn to get rid of Carrie.
Should we deal with Lise now or send her back to prison?”
Daxton didn’t answer right away. He took a slow drag from the cigar, exhaled a swirl of smoke, and finally replied in a calm, even
tone, “Leave it.”
The man blinked, clearly caught off guard.
After a pause, he asked more cautiously, “Then... should I assign someone to watch over Ms. Campbell? To make sure Lise
doesn’t get close?”
Daxton considered it for a moment. “No. Just keep me informed if anything happens. I only care that Carrie stays alive and
intact. I don’t even care if she loses the baby.”
Alive and intact? The man repeated the words silently, slowly processing what Daxton meant: as long as Carrie didn’t end up
dead or permanently injured, anything else—even a miscarriage—was acceptable.
The underworld called Daxton a reaper in human form, emotionless and cold. But those close to him knew that wasn’t entirely
true. He did have emotions—and Carrie was the one person tied to his heart. For her, he’d once been willing to burn down the
world.

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But now? The man couldn’t hide his confusion. He never imagined Daxton could be so callous—even toward Carrie.
Daxton seemed to sense his thoughts. A faint, nearly invisible smile played at the corners of his lips. “You think I’m too cruel?”
A chill ran through the man’s spine. He quickly lowered his head. “I—I wouldn’t dare think that.”
Daxton gave a soft snort. “No need to lie.” He flicked ash from the cigar, his voice steady. “I do love Carrie. More than my own
life. But she’s never been willing to stay with me obediently. Kristopher loves her too, and she loves him—but he can’t keep her.
Do you know why?”
The man frowned slightly. “Why?”
Daxton stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray and spoke slowly.
“Because she lives with illusions. She thinks too highly of herself. Kristopher has protected her too well, shielded her from the
real world. She’s never tasted true hardship. She acts on impulse, does whatever she pleases.”
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