My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1034:

Carrie nodded. “Let me know as soon as you hear anything.”

“I will.” Daxton hesitated, then added, “I’ll walk you back to your room first. Get some rest. I’ll be back tonight. We can grab dinner together, then head to the hospital.” He didn’t move, clearly waiting for her.

Carrie blinked in surprise before hastily saying, “You don’t need to rush back just for me. I can head to the hospital myself. If you’re worried, I’ll call one of the assistants to pick me up.”

But Daxton’s voice was firm. “No. I don’t want you running into Kristopher alone.” He softened slightly, adding, “I won’t be long—just need to speak with someone face-to-face. It’s a favor I’m asking, and it’s easier to handle it directly.”

Carrie exhaled, a note of exasperation slipping into her voice. “It’s not like I’ll be alone with him. Camille, Albin, a full team of doctors—and Kristopher’s people will all be there.”

Still, Daxton’s tone didn’t budge. “That’s not good enough.”

Seeing he wasn’t going to back down, Carrie sighed and relented. She allowed Daxton to escort her back to her room before he finally left to deal with Lise’s unexpected disappearance.

At the hospital.

That evening, Daxton arrived on time to take Carrie to visit Albin.

Albin had regained consciousness and was now moved to a regular ward. However, due to the prolonged deprivation of food and water, his bodily functions had deteriorated to varying degrees.

Pushing open the door, Carrie and Daxton stepped into the ward. They were greeted by an unexpected sight—Camille, carrying a bedpan, was heading toward the restroom. She didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. Instead, she lifted the bedpan casually and said with a smile, “Albin needed the restroom. I’m just cleaning up. Make yourselves comfortable.”

Carrie paused for a beat, momentarily stunned. In her mind, Camille had always been something of a carefree child—capable at work since her return to Mothor, but hopelessly inept at everyday life. Yet here she was, handling an unglamorous task with calm efficiency.

It didn’t feel admirable to Carrie—it felt heartbreaking. It seemed that no matter how fiercely women pursued independence and ideals, when love called, they so often instinctively slipped into the role of a caregiver. Even someone like Camille, who once loudly championed modern relationships, instinctively devoted herself without hesitation.

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: g․𝗮𝗅𝗇․𝗈ν․𝖊．𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈．𝗆noveldrama

Fortunately, Camille’s devotion wasn’t one-sided. Albin loved her back just as fiercely.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Carrie stepped forward and said, “You shouldn’t be doing all this by yourself. You should hire a caregiver.”

Camille returned from the restroom, drying her hands, and replied with an easy smile, “I’ve heard too many horror stories about bad caregivers. It’s just more reassuring when it’s one of us.”

Meanwhile, Daxton set the fruit basket and nutritional supplements he had brought on the bedside table. Albin, still dazed from his ordeal, gave them a small nod but said little.

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