?<strong>Chapter 360:</strong>


    His acts of courage and kindness yed on a loop in her mind, while the painful memories from her past began to blur and fade away. She couldn’t pinpoint when it had started, but her resolve had slowly begun to falter.


    Before she even realized it, her defenses had crumbledpletely.


    Dr. Molina turned to her, adding his support to Kristopher’s plea. “Mrs. Norris, please listen to Mr. Norris.”


    Norris. He can’t get upset right now. If he gets too upset, things could get worse.”


    Carrie, caught up in her chaotic thoughts or perhaps looking for an excuse to back off, didn’t catch the ring w in Dr. Molina’s words—how could one’s mood affect his arm injury?


    After a long pause, she finally relented, murmuring awkwardly, “It’s already been announced on the show. How can we divorce now?”


    A brief, victorious smile flickered in Kristopher’s eyes. He nced up, meeting Oliver’s and Dr. Molina’s mischievous grins, before giving them a pointed look that silenced them. Instantly, their grins disappeared, reced by seriousness.


    When Carrie looked up again, she caught the strange expressions on everyone’s faces. But her mind was too upied with thoughts of the divorce and Kristopher’s injury to pay attention to their reactions. She was overwhelmed with confusion, as though this decision had been rushed. It felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, unable to turn back. The only choice was to take the leap.


    The decision to divorce had been one of great courage, born out of a life-or-death situation. She couldn’t tell if retreating now and not going through with the divorce would be a mistake or if it would just drag her back into a situation she couldn’t escape. But she had to ept this was fate. What was destined to happen would happen. Everyone was merely a pawn in the hands of fate.


    After Kristopher was examined at the hospital, he drifted into a deep sleep on the bed. Oliver brought Carrie a meal, his concern evident. “Mrs. Norris,” he began.


    “Norris, please eat and rest for a bit. The doctor said Mr. Norris lost a lot of blood and won’t be waking up for some time.”


    Carrie epted the meal but shook her head. “You should rest. I’ll stay with him. If he wakes up and doesn’t see me, he’ll start overthinking things.”


    Oliver didn’t argue, bowing respectfully. “Mrs. Norris, I’ll be in the hallway. Call me if you need anything.” He stepped out of the room, leaving Carrie alone with Kristopher.


    Carrie wasn’t hungry. She set the meal aside on the bedside table and turned her attention to Kristopher. His eyes were softly closed, his breathing steady. His pale face made his delicate features appear even more fragile, stirring a deep sense of pity in her. She gently traced the contours of his brow and eyes with her fingers, whispering, “Kristopher, I honestly don’t know who owes whom in this.”


    Carrie’s phone vibrated, breaking the quiet hum of the hospital room. She nced at the screen—Daxton.


    Hesitating, her eyes shifted to Kristopher, whoy still on the bed, his eyes closed, his breathing steady. She quietly stepped toward the door, answering the call while keeping one eye on him.


    “Hello, Daxton. What’s up?” she asked in a low voice.


    “Is it inconvenient to talk?”


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