?<strong>Chapter 459:</strong>


    “We’re family; no need to thank me,” Mny replied warmly before smoothly changing the topic. “How’s the baby nninging along with Kristopher?”


    Carrie paused, her hand brushing over her t stomach awkwardly. “Nothing yet.”


    Mny didn’t seem the least bit disappointed. She gave Carrie’s hand a gentle, reassuring pat. “These things take time.”


    “The more you stress, the harder it bes. Just take it easy and let nature do its thing.”


    Carrie gave a small nod. “Mm,” she murmured, her eyes wandering across the room, evidently searching for Kristopher.


    Mny picked up on it immediately. “Kristopher left for the office. He won’t be home for lunch, but don’t worry, we’ll keep youpany.”


    Carrie quickly assessed the pantry in her mind, considering the elderly couple’s tastes and dietary needs. Rising promptly, she said, “Mny, Shawn, we’re a bit short on supplies at home. Please make yourselvesfortable here. I’ll step out and grab what we need.” Her instinct to take charge kicked in—not from a need to impress, but from a genuine desire to care for them and express her love for the visiting elders.


    Mny, catching her by the arm with a chuckle, teased, “You appear so calm, yet you rush into action so quickly. We’ve barely begun our conversation, and you’re already off to shop for dinner. There’s no hurry. We have plenty of time before we eat.” Her voice was warm, filled with fondness rather than criticism.


    Recognizing their affection for her, Carrie paused and returned to her seat obediently. As she settled down, Mny added, “We’re here to spend time with you, not to watch you busily cook and clean for us. We might not be as active as we once were, but we don’t want to be a burden. Actually, I’ve already sent some people out to pick up groceries. They’ll be back shortly. Rx, sit with me, and let’s enjoy a good chat.”


    No sooner had Mny finished her reassurance than the Norris Mansion staff entered,den with shopping bags. They said, “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris.” Upon noticing Carrie, they offered a respectful nod. “Mrs. Carrie Norris.”


    After the servants took the groceries into the house, Mny’s demeanor shifted as she addressed Carrie with gravity. She said deliberately, “Carrie, I’m aware of the challenges you’ve faced in this marriage, particrly with Lise. It seems Kristopher is bewitched, turning a deaf ear to our advice. Now that he oversees the Norris legacy, we cannot simply reprimand him as if he were still a child—it would not only embarrass him but also diminish our family’s reputation.”


    Softly, Carrie responded, “Mny, I truly appreciate your understanding and the kindness you and Shawn extend to me.”


    Mny’s expression brightened with relief, her voice softening appreciatively. “Your willingness to reconsider things with Kristopher suggests that your love for him hasn’t waned, and there’s still hope for him. My hope is that this time around, you both will cultivate your bond more attentively.”


    Carrie found herself bewildered. Was this the sole reason for their visit?


    Mny, noticing Carrie’s bemused expression, exined, “We visited the hospital yesterday and saw Lise. Her condition appears to be deteriorating.”


    With this revtion, Carrie realized why the elders had arrived. They likely witnessed Kristopher’s interaction with Lise and, recalling the rumors of a possible divorce, wanted to offer her reassurance. Yet, Lise’s predicament wasn’t Carrie’s concern. Instead, she sped Mny’s hand, her gaze sweeping worriedly over both elders. Relieved to see them appearing robust and vivacious, she voiced her concern gently, saying, “How are you both? Nothing serious at the doctor’s, I hope?”


    “It was merely a routine visit,” Mny said, touched by Carrie’s genuine worry. Within the Norris family, expressions of concern weremon, yet they often masked deeper, selfish motives. To Mny and Shawn, Carrie’s earnestness was a breath of fresh air.


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