?<strong>Chapter 378:</strong>


    Kristopher hesitated, holding a piece of egg near his mouth. “He has his own ns. He’s an adult, and I can’t control his life.”


    Carrie sensed he was dismissing her concern and pouted, “What ns could he possibly have? He hasn’t achieved anything all these years.”


    “Carrie, you don’t have to worry about him,” Camille interrupted, her voice unusually cautious as she gently tugged at Carrie’s sleeve.


    Carrie gave an exasperated sigh. “It’s not about him. I just don’t want you to get caught up in his ns without fully understanding them and end up with nothing.”


    Camille, realizing Carrie had figured everything out, didn’t bother denying it. Instead, she absentmindedly poked at her lobster with her fork. “I made my choice.”


    “Whatever happens, I’ll deal with it.”


    “Nothing ever falls into ce without effort. What happened to the fierce spirit you had in high school when you stood up to your family?” Carrie picked up a piece of cheesy crab and ced it in Camille’s bowl. “Eat this. Once you’re full, I want to see that fire in you again, not this defeated version of yourself.”


    The table fell into an uneasy silence. Kristopher, as usual, said little, maintaining a calm, dignified presence at the table. Outside of the asional yful exchange with Carrie, he kept his words to a minimum. With Camille at the table, the silence stretched even longer, and Carrie found herself at a loss for words. The space felt oddly still.


    Since the tension with Lise had already been settled the day before, Carrie didn’t feel the slightest hesitation in enjoying her meal. “This restaurant really does have good food,” she remarked casually.


    “I’ll arrange for them to deliver to your film crew,” Kristopher said quietly, putting down his fork and wiping his mouth.


    Carrie’s portions were small, and Kristopher finished his meal swiftly and gracefully, making Carrie and Camille’s more casual eating habits seem almost crude inparison.


    Carrie waved her hand dismissively. “No need for all that. The crew has their boxed meals, and Silver Elephant Media takes good care of us. I don’t need any special treatment.”


    Kristopher didn’t press further. “Enjoy your meal. Don’t worry about cleaning up. I’ve got some work to handle.” With that, he got up to leave.


    Camille put her fork down and leaned in closer to Carrie, her tone filled with curiosity. “So, what’s happening between you two? Are you still nning on getting a divorce?”


    Carrie hesitated for a moment, her fork frozen in the air, as she pondered her next words. She decided to tug at the heartstrings. In a soft voice, she said, “Kristopher got hurt because he was protecting me.”


    “He got hurt?” Camille asked, lifting an eyebrow and turning to look at Kristopher, who was seated quietly at a nearby desk. Carrie followed her gaze. Kristopher’s presence was undeniablymanding, even in silence. He appeared radically different from the man who had nearly died the day before. The memories of the previous night flooded her mind—the intensity of their encounter was unforgettable. He hardly seemed like someone who had been on the verge of death.


    Internally, Carrie sighed. It was evident Kristopher was exaggerating his injuries, but perhaps she was also exploiting the situation to justify her own actions. Her resolve to end their marriage had weakened amid the ongoingplications.


    After finishing her meal, Carrie ced her bowl down. “Let’s not dwell on it. How are things with you and Albin?”


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