My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 705:

Carrie nodded politely, “Sure.”

She could sense Kyson’s growing interest in her, but his use of the phrase “if you’re interested” was carefully measured, giving her the space to accept without awkwardness.noveldrama

Daxton, observing the exchange, maintained a faint, neutral smile as though the conversation had nothing to do with him.

The harmonious scene unfolded as if Kristopher no longer existed in the room. The subtle dismissal was deliberate, a clear signal from everyone present.

Kristopher watched Kyson’s and Daxton’s feigned indifference with a flicker of disdain in his eyes.

Hypocrites, he thought, striding out of the room with barely concealed irritation.

Kristopher stepped out into the cool evening air and approached a sleek black Maybach parked discreetly nearby.

The car’s license plate was an Isonridge registration—a rare detail for someone of Kristopher’s standing, as he typically used vehicles from his home region.

Scanning his surroundings briefly, he bent down and slid into the back seat.

Oliver shut the rear door and slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door and turned to address the man in the driver’s seat. “Make sure not to use Isonridge-registered vehicles again for Mr. Norris’s trips. It makes tracing the movement too easy.”

The man behind the wheel wasn’t just a driver or assistant; he was one of Kristopher’s closest confidants—a senior manager overseeing discreet operations in the capital.

His expression was serious as he responded. “Noted, Oliver. Today was an exception. The situation was urgent, and we needed to get Mr. Norris to the hospital as quickly as possible.”

Oliver’s curiosity was piqued, his gaze shifting between the driver and Kristopher. “The hospital?”

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The driver glanced at Oliver briefly before turning his attention back to Kristopher, his voice dropping slightly as he spoke.

“We’ve been monitoring cases involving heart transplants and have set up a hospital dedicated to researching advanced cardiac conditions. The initiative also provides free treatment to underprivileged families. A few days ago, a case came to our attention—a patient whose heart showed a DNA match… with Lisa.”

“What?” Oliver’s usual composure shattered as the exclamation escaped him, his calm demeanor giving way to unguarded shock.

The man in the driver’s seat glanced at him and explained patiently, “Transplant recipients typically exhibit two sets of genomes—their own and the donor’s. Since the heart plays a critical role in the circulatory system, the concentration of cell-free heart DNA in their blood is notably higher than in recipients of other organs.”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “To simplify, a heart transplant recipient carries DNA from both themselves and their donor. In this case, it strongly suggests that the patient in question is indeed the recipient of Lisa’s heart.”

The man was a medical Ph.D. and a longtime heart specialist. After being hired by Kristopher, he was put in charge of technology and related drug research rather than being a typical businessman.

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