?<strong>Chapter 608:</strong>


    Oliver had witnessed Kristopher’s awkward attempts to express love, each gesture painfully clumsy yet sincere. It moved him, though he remained silent, unable to find the right words to bridge the chasm between them.


    All he could do was sigh inwardly, resigning himself to his role as the impartial bearer of unwee news.


    Carrie, unfazed, stepped aside to let them in. “Come in.”


    Oliver gave a slight nod and entered, his posture stiff with difort.


    From across the room, Camille nced up, her expression hardening. “Why is it you?” she asked, suspicioncing her tone.


    Carrie shut the door and answered calmly, “He is here with the divorce papers.”


    Camille’s eyes narrowed. Abandoning her task, she tossed the lobsters back into the sink, quickly washed her hands, and strode toward them with a no-nonsense demeanor. “Let me see those. I’ll make sure Kristopher is not trying to pull a fast one.” She wiped her hands on her clothes and grabbed the papers Oliver had just taken out.


    Oliver held up a hand, his voice earnest. “I can assure you, Mr. Norris has been more than fair to Mrs. Norris.”


    Carrie, cing two sses of water on the table, interjected with quiet authority. “Do not call me Mrs. Norris anymore. Just Carrie will do.”


    Caught off guard, Oliver adjusted his sses and nodded. “Of course, Ms. Campbell.”


    Camille, undeterred, snatched the papers from his hands and began flipping through them. Her skepticism was evident, but as she scanned the contents, her brows furrowed in astonishment.


    She skimmed the remaining pages, then pped the documents onto the table, turning to Carrie with wide eyes. “Half of his assets, Carrie. Kristopher is giving you half of everything!”


    Carrie held the document in her hands, reading through it word by word.


    Kristopher had transferred five percent of Norris Group’s shares to her. While the number might seem small, it represented a staggering portion of the conglomerate’s vast holdings. The Norris Group spanned numerous industries, with countless subsidiaries and assets.


    The value of that five percent far exceeded tens of billions—more than enough to support Carrie and even the entire poption of Foxfire for generations.


    Byparison, thebined shares held by Billie across various subsidiaries didn’t even reach one percent of Norris Group’s total worth.


    Kristopher had also included Bayview Vi, luxury apartments in the most prestigious districts of Orkset, Isonridge, and Pinecrest, along with a trove of antiques, fine jewelry, and luxury items.


    Camille, standing nearby, cast a nce at Oliver and discreetly pinched Carrie’s arm, whispering in her ear, “Don’t be stupid this time. If you don’t take it, all of this will end up with Lise.” Carrie’s previous decision to demand nothing during a moment of pride and anger still haunted Camille.


    Oliver cleared his throat and spoke. “Mrs.—” He corrected himself quickly. “Ms. Campbell, Mr. Norris instructed me to let you know that if you’re not satisfied with this arrangement, you’re wee to take more. Whatever assets he owns, he’s willing to give you as much as you want.”


    Camille pressed her lips together in a tight line, her expression darkening. Kristopher’s grand gestures now felt like they came far toote. No amount of money could undo the harm done—the miscarriage, Gracie’s death. Even if Carrie had half the Norris family’s wealth, it wouldn’t bring back what truly mattered. Life is short. When wealth reached a certain point, it was just a series of lifeless digits.


    Oliver nced at thewyer standing beside him and added, “To ensure everything is clear and convenient for you, thewyer is here to make any amendments you request.”


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