?<strong>Chapter 411:</strong>


    Lise’s face drained of color. After a moment, she managed to say to Kristopher, “Kristopher, I don’t feel well. Could you take me to the hospital?”


    Although she had feigned illness before, this time her difort was real, as if her heart was suffocating, trapped in a tight space.


    Kristopher turned to look at Carrie, preparing to speak. Carrie stood up with grace and said to Oliver, “What are you waiting for? Help Kristopher take her to the hospital.”


    Caught off guard while searching for an excuse, Kristopher said, “I’ll take Lise to the hospital ande back to pick you up.”


    Carrie replied calmly, “No need. Camille drove here. We’ll go back together.”


    Camille willingly added, “Yes, we haven’t eaten yet. After dinner, I’ll take Carrie home. Don’t worry, if anythinges up, I’ll call Albin.”


    Kristopher pulled a ck card from his pocket and handed it to Carrie, then tenderly kissed her hair. “Buy whatever you want after dinner. This mall belongs to the Norris Group, and I’ve made sure the management knows nothing like the previous incident will happen again.”


    Carrie immediately grasped his intention; he was referencing the previous incident with the pen. Her voice softened involuntarily as she said, “Let me know when everything is settled.”


    “Yes, I’ll report back to you,” Kristopher said, nodding.


    Upon hearing the word “report,” Lise’s face turned even paler. Kristopher easily lifted Lise and carried her out.


    As they left, she nced back and saw Carrie calmly sipping coffee at the table. This time, she employed the same methods to take Kristopher away, but in the end, she had lostpletely.


    After their departure, only Camille and Carrie were left in the room.


    Camille gave a thumbs-up and said, “Not a single curse word today, yet it felt oddly satisfying. It’s like being the main character in a drama, gracefully revealing the mistress’s underhanded tactics.”


    She reyed the scene in her head and said with a hint of regret, “But you’re still too kind-hearted. You shouldn’t have let Kristopher take that maniptive woman to the hospital. She always ims her heart is acting up; I doubt it was anything serious.”


    “I never intended to harm Lise. Plus, if his heart isn’t with me, merely keeping him close won’t change that. He chose to send Lise to Izrosa. For now, I’ll let her be,” Carrie said, fiddling with the ck card in her hand, its gold lettering catching the light.


    Camille’s gaze fell on the card. “Where a man’s money is, there his love is too. Don’t hesitate to use his money now. When you mentioned you’d leave with nothing, I almost lost my breath hearing that.”


    With that, she rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.


    Carrie tucked away the card and stood up. “Let’s go, find somewhere better to eat.”


    Following a satisfying meal, Carrie gave in to Camille’s insistence and joined her for some shopping. They strolled past an elegantly decorated lingerie shop. Camille cast a yful look at her. “Do you want to check it out?”


    By the time Carrie returned to Bayview Vi, it was already midnight. She sent Kristopher a message, sat down on the sofa, and nned to rest for a moment. Before she realized it, she had fallen asleep.


    Kristopher arrived home and noticed Carrie’s small form curled up on the sofa. She was clutching her phone tightly, resembling a small cat seekingfort. This had be a familiar scene; Carrie often waited for him in the living room and fell asleep. He had grown ustomed to it. Now that she was back in his life, he cherished these moments even more. Her waiting clearly showed how much she cared for him.


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