?<strong>Chapter 465:</strong>


    Kristopher frowned, his brow furrowing slightly. “Which friend? Camille?”


    Carrie didn’t respond immediately, instead continuing to eat without sparing him a nce. After a few moments, she finally said, “The main issue here is Lise. If you want to pretend nothing’s wrong, I won’t stop you. But don’t try to shift the me onto someone else—it’s pointless. This isn’t just some fabricated story. If there’s smoke, there’s fire. Instead of covering things up, you should tackle the problem at its root.”


    With that, she picked up the piece of meat Kristopher had ced in her bowl and returned it to his.


    Kristopher raised an eyebrow, amused by her defiance, and ate the piece of meat himself.


    Turning to his grandparents, he joked, “Grandpa, Grandma, you see? Her temper is getting worse.”


    Mny, quick to respond, smiled and said, “If your wife has a bad temper, then it’s your job to humor her. A good man knows how to spoil his wife. Only useless men try to act like kings in their own homes.”


    Though her words were yful, Mny’s underlying concern was evident. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the current calm between Kristopher and Carrie was fragile—like a storm brewing just below the surface. Lise’s lingering presence felt like a time bomb waiting to go off.


    After dinner, Shawn and Mny retired to the guest room. Carrie took care to arrange for Mny’s maid to stay in Willow’s old room. While cleaning, the maid discovered a bag tucked beneath the bed. Curious, she picked it up and realized it was the same health supplement Billie had once prepared for Carrie back at the Norris mansion.


    Assuming it had simply been left behind, the maid carried it to the kitchen without giving it much thought.


    Just as Carrie was passing by, the maid stopped her. “Mrs. Norris, should this supplement be taken before bed?”


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    Carrie’s gaze fell on the bag, and she immediately assumed Mny’s maid had brought it from the Norris mansion. With no reason to question it, she nodded. “Yes, heat it up and bring it to my room before I go to sleep.”


    Neither of them paused to consider the implications. The supplement Carrie had brought with her previously had already been taken by Willow. If this was a new batch, where had ite from?


    After her conversation with the servant, Carrie turned to find Kristopher leaning casually against the wall, his expression inscrutable. He offered a slight smirk as her gaze met his. “The Frees seem to embrace you as if you were their granddaughter, yet here I am, feeling like a stranger in my own house.”


    Carrie responded with a nomittal “Mm,” her disinterest clear.


    Unsatisfied with her indifference, Kristopher continued, “Are you still bothered by the issue with Lise? We’ve discussed this, haven’t we? Her project isn’t finished, and her current treatment won’t prolong her stay. I’m not scheming to keep her around.”


    Carrie wondered if their disconnect was rooted in gender differences or simply shing perspectives, irritation in on her face. “Is that all?”


    He paused, collecting his thoughts. “I’m looking into that rumor about you. If Lise is behind it, I assure you, she won’t be protected.”


    After a brief silence, he added, “But it’s all history now. Whatever the oue, we should move beyond it.” His protective stance toward Lise made it clear the truth was secondary.


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