?<strong>Chapter 364:</strong>


    Kristopher ignored thement and turned to Willow, his expression stern. “This is thest time. Don’t bring unrted people into this house again.”


    Willow broke into a cold sweat and quickly lowered her head. “I understand, Mr. Norris. It won’t happen again. This is my fault. I forgot to give my son his allowance.”


    Hearing this, her son extended his hand with a smirk. “In that case, Mom, give me the allowance now. I’ll leave right after and won’t trouble Mr. Norris anymore.”


    Willow hesitated, then pulled out a thick wad of hundred-dor bills, preparing to count out a few. Before she could, her son snatched the whole stack. “Give it here.”


    There’s not much left anyway.” He stuffed the cash into his pocket, ready to leave, but then his gazended on Carrie standing behind Kristopher. The soft glow of the garden lights highlighted Carrie’s stunning features. Willow’s son’s eyes brightened, and he straightened up, adjusting his clothes. He wiped his hand on his shirt and extended it toward Carrie, saying, “Miss, how should I ad…” “Ouch! That hurts!” Before he could finish, Kristopher twisted his wrist sharply, making him yelp in pain. Willow rushed forward, as if to pull Kristopher’s hand off, but stopped herself, afraid to touch him. After a moment’s thought, she pped her son a few times. “You little brat! This is Mrs. Norris. How dare you speak like that!” She turned to Kristopher with a pleading look. “Mr. Norris, he only thought Mrs. Norris was beautiful. He didn’t mean any harm. I swear he won’te back. He’s learned his lesson and won’t speak out of turn again!” Struggling with the pain, her son’s previous arrogance faded, and he pleaded, “I’m sorry. Please, just let me go.” Kristopher’s grip remained unyielding, his hold like a vice on the man’s wrist. With a heavy thud, Willow dropped to her knees, crying out, “Mr. Norris, he’s my only son. If his hand is broken, who will take care of me when I’m old?” “Let it go. It’ste, and all this noise will bring the property management,” Carrie said, giving Willow a cold nce before gently patting Kristopher’s arm.


    “There’s not much left anyway.” He stuffed the cash into his pocket, ready to leave, but then his gazended on Carrie standing behind Kristopher. The soft glow of the garden lights highlighted her stunning features. Willow’s son’s eyes brightened, and he straightened up, adjusting his clothes. He wiped his hand on his shirt and extended it toward Carrie. “Miss, how should I ad… Ouch! That hurts!”


    Before he could finish, Kristopher twisted his wrist sharply, making him yelp in pain. Willow rushed forward as if to pull Kristopher’s hand away, but stopped herself, afraid to touch him. After a moment of hesitation, she pped her son a few times. “You little brat! This is Mrs. Norris. How dare you speak like that!”


    She turned to Kristopher with a pleading look. “Mr. Norris, he only thought Mrs. Norris was beautiful. He didn’t mean any harm. I swear he won’te back. He’s learned his lesson and won’t speak out of turn again!”


    Struggling with the pain, her son’s previous arrogance vanished, and he pleaded, “I’m sorry. Please, just let me go.”


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    Kristopher’s grip remained unyielding, his hand like a vice on the man’s wrist. With a heavy thud, Willow dropped to her knees, crying out, “Mr. Norris, he’s my only son. If his hand is broken, who will take care of me when I’m old?”


    “Let it go. It’ste, and all this noise will bring the property management,” Carrie said, giving Willow a cold nce before gently patting Kristopher’s arm.


    She wasn’t moved by their pleas but simply wanted to avoid furtherplications in the midst of the ongoing chaos. Kristopher finally let go, pushing Willow’s son aside. “Get out of here!” Before the man could get to his feet, Oliver strode over, grabbed him by the cor, and dragged him out. Willow repeatedly expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Norris. Thank you, Mrs. Norris.” “Enough. Get up. There’s no need to keep kneeling. We’re not living in the Middle Ages,” Carrie said, her cold gaze fixed on Willow. Willow’s constant kneeling didn’t seem so much like submission as it did a quiet threat. Carrie thought to herself that since she wasn’t divorcing Kristopher, it might be a good idea to find a chance to rece the maid. There was something off about her, and Carrie’s instincts were rarely wrong.


    She wasn’t moved by their pleas; she simply wanted to avoid furtherplications amidst the ongoing chaos. Kristopher finally let go, pushing Willow’s son aside. “Get out of here!” Before the man could get to his feet, Oliver strode over, grabbed him by the cor, and dragged him out.


    Willow repeatedly expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Norris. Thank you, Mrs. Norris.”


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