?<strong>Chapter 464:</strong>


    Sitting beside Carrie, Kristopher shed a roguish grin, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “It’s all about bnce. If we don’t slow down now and then, it’ll be too much, especially for her.”


    Carrie brushed his hand aside with a re, signaling him to mind his manners before the elders.


    Shawn intervened, “The best heart specialists are in Weblon. Consider sending her there; a dedicated team might improve her condition significantly.”


    “Absolutely not. She needs to be where I can keep an eye on her.” Kristopher’s immediate response was defensive.


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    Kristopher cast a sideways nce at Carrie, catching the unmistakable displeasure in her expression. “Let’s move on from this,” he said with a calm tone that betrayed his unease.


    Waving at the servant, he added, “Bring me another set of utensils. I haven’t eaten yet.”


    In truth, he wasn’t hungry at all. He was simply trying to shift the conversation.


    Carrie sat quietly for a moment, her gaze steady on him. She decided it was better to address the issue now, while everyone was present, instead of letting it fester. Straightening her back, she spoke softly but firmly. “The trending news about me wasn’t a coincidence,” she began. “It was orchestrated by Emilio. He hired the online trolls, and Lise transferred money to him.”


    The servant returned, cing a new set of utensils in front of Kristopher, but his hand paused mid-reach. His expression shifted faintly before he quickly masked it. He’d already pieced together the likelihood of this in his mind, but confronting Lise directly in her fragile state would only make things worse—at least in his view.


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    epting the utensils, Kristopher spoke as if trying to reason things out. “She met Willow before, and they seemed to get along. It might just be a coincidence. Emilio has always been a swindler—you saw how he staged that car ident to scam money.”


    The calmness of his defense sent a chill through Carrie’s heart. She hated how readily Kristopher brushed aside Lise’s actions. But since all of this had urred before their recent reconciliation, she forced herself not to press further—for now.


    “Perhaps,” she replied coolly, her tone making it clear she didn’t believe him. She picked up her utensils and returned her attention to her meal.


    cross the table, Mny shot Kristopher a sharp re. Unbothered, Kristopher reached over and patted her hand gently, as if soothing her. “Grandma, you don’t need to worry about our affairs,” he said lightly.


    His words served both as a reassurance and a subtle reminder that their marital issues were for them to resolve.


    Turning back to Carrie, Kristopher ced a piece of meat into her bowl. His voice softened. “I’ll have Oliver look into this.”


    Carrie didn’t believe he had any real intention of finding out the truth. Any investigation would likelye up fruitless.


    Carrie nced briefly at the meat before calmly moving it aside and selecting some vegetables instead. Her tone was steady but cold. “No need. My friend already looked into it. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine. I’ve already said I’m willing to let go of past issues—I don’t want to stir up unnecessary trouble. But while she’s recovering in the country, I hope you’ll make sure she doesn’t create more problems.”


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