My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 357

Chapter 357:

Mr. Norris's mood had fluctuated tically in such a brief span, all seemingly influenced by Mrs. Norris

without his conscious awareness.

About twenty minutes later, the car entered the underground parking lot of the shopping district. It was still too

early for dinner, so there were plenty of empty parking spaces. Carrie was the first to open the door, but before

she could even straighten up, she noticed a figure darting toward her from the edge of her vision. The man’s

voice rang out with venom. “You disgusting woman, you deserve to die!”

As he drew closer, Carrie recognized him—Nate. He no longer resembled the polished gentleman he used to be.

His clothes were ragged, his face drawn and tired, and he seemed more like a disheveled, middle-aged man with

nowhere to go. He pulled out a long, sharp knife, its blade glinting coldly in the dim light.

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Before Oliver could even move, Kristopher was already on his feet, swiftly spinning around to place himself

between Carrie and the threat, shielding her. The knife slashed across Kristopher’s arm, ripping through his suit

sleeve. Blood gushed out, soaking the fabric in bright red.

“You both deserve to die,” Nate growled, his face contorting with rage as he swung the knife again. Kristopher

wasn't about to let him have another chance. With one sharp movement, he kicked Nate to the ground. Nate

landed a meter away, the knife slipping from his grip. He scrambled, desperately trying to reach for it.

Oliver, now completely focused, kicked the knife farther away, then dropped to his knees on Nate's back, pinning

his arms behind him.

“I'll get an ambulance,” Carrie muttered urgently, pulling off Kristopher’s jacket. The sight that met her eyes

froze her—his wound was deep, nearly exposing the bone. Her mind went blank for a second, but she forced

herself to stay focused. This wasn’t the tfor panic.

Calmly, she wrapped a spare tie around his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. Her hands were stained with

Kristopher’s blood, the warm, sticky feeling sending a wave of dread through her. Her delicate face went pale,

the sight of so much blood bringing back memories of the fire and the lives lost to blood loss.

Shaking off the memories, she pulled the tie tighter, praying it would slow the bleeding, at least for now. Fear

gripped her heart as she imagined something happening to Kristopher. Horrible images flashed in her mind, but

she shoved them away, whispering to herself, “It's okay, it's okay.”

It was hard to tell if she was trying to calm him down or herself.

“I'm okay, it’s just a small wound. Really, it's nothing,” Kristopher said, offering her a reassuring pat with his

other hand. “Make sure to call the police first.”

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Carrie quickly dialed the police, her hands shaking. Once she hung up, she felt slightly calmer. Realizing the

hospital would take too long, she decided to call their family doctor instead. When everything was in order, she

finally turned toward Nate.

Oliver had him pinned to the ground. His face was caked in dirt, his eyes bloodshot with dark, sunken sockets,

and a stubbled chin. It was obvious from his appearance that he'd been living in a terrible state.

As Carrie stepped closer, he tried to shift his face, lifting his eyelids to meet her gaze. “You wretch,” he spat

bitterly. “This is all your fault.”

“Watch your mouth!” Oliver growled, releasing one hand to land a few punches, then turning to Carrie. “Mrs.

Norris, stay back. Don’t let him get to you.”

Carrie wasn't overly concerned. Oliver was well-trained, having undergone special training with Kristopher.