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The coppery taste of blood spread in Carrie’s mouth, jolting her back to her senses. She released him abruptly,
her hands trembling as they covered her mouth.
Her gaze dropped to his arm. “Does it hurt, Daxton?” she asked in a small, broken voice.
The white shirt clung to his skin, soaked with blood, the vivid stain stark against the pale morgue.
Carrie's tears flowed anew, burning her cheeks with their heat. “I am sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with
guilt and sorrow.
“l am so sorry, Daxton.”
Daxton ruffled Carrie's hair with a playful smile, his tone light. “It’s alright, really. No big deal. How hard can you
bite, anyway? You are just a girl.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie's eyes narrowed as she reached out, determination flashing in her expression. “Letsee your wound,”
she insisted, her fingers already moving toward his injured arm.
“It's nothing,” Daxton replied, a casual shrug accompanying his words. He tucked his hand behind his back as if
dismissing her concern. “I will head to the treatment room later and clean it with siodine.” Before she could
press further, he shifted the topic seamlessly. “I have finished reviewing the surveillance footage. Cwith me
to take a look.”
The mention of the footage snapped Carrie out of her daze. The cloud of confusion lifted from her gaze, replaced
by sharp, unwavering clarity.
Without a word, she followed Daxton to the surveillance room, her footsteps quick and purposeful.
On the screen, the scene unfolded in stark detail. Lise and Gracie stood on opposite sides of a room, a palpable
tension simmering between them. Though there was no direct confrontation, the hostility was unmistakable.
Lise sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “Speople—it is one thing to cling to a rich man, but dragging
along an old burden? That is a different story. Mrs. Billie Norris has begged countless doctors to help certain
individuals. Honestly, speople are better off dead than being a weight around others’ necks.”
In the footage, Gracie’s hands trembled as anger contorted her face. Yet, despite her fury, Lise’s cruel words
seemed to cut deep, lodging themselves in her heart.
The recording continued. Gracie returned to her hospital room, her expression resigned. Waiting for the nurse to
leave, she discreetly discarded her medication into the trash.
Her reasoning was heartbreakingly clear—she could not bear to be a burden to Carrie, her only granddaughter.
Carrie's chest tightened as she watched, the weight of grief and rage constricting her breath.
“Lise, damn you to hell!” Carrie bellowed, the chair before her crashing to the floor as she kicked it with
unrestrained fury. The security guards hovering nearby flinched at her outburst, exchanging wary glances.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey stepped back instinctively, muttering under their breath. “Mr. Norris's wife,” one whispered, his voice
tinged with awe. “She’s a tigress—nothing like delicate Lise.”
Just as the tension peaked, Carrie’s phone buzzed in her pocket.
She yanked it out, answering with a curt, “Hello?” A voice crackled on the other end. “Ms. Campbell, our vehicle
cannot get through. There are ambulances and luxury cars crowding the hospital entrance. It seems someone
important is ill.”
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