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Melany wiped her tears, her voice shaky. “Poor Carrie...”
How could something so terrible happen on such an important day? Shawn squeezed her hand. “The bullet
struck her abdomen, but Carrie has always been resilient. She’ll make it through this. | know she will.”
Nearby, Kailee muttered under her breath, unable to hold back her disdain. “The baby surely won't survive. I've
always said she was a disaster—"
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the chaos, silencing Kailee midsentence. Kailee staggered back,
holding her cheek in disbelief. Her eyes widened as she stared at Billie, the very aunt who had always spoiled
her. “Aunt... you hit me?”
Billie's face was filled with disappointment and anger. “When did you becso cold-hearted, Kailee? Making
petty remarks is one thing, but when someone's life hangs in the balance, you're still cruel enough to insult
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Billie stepped closer, her eyes blazing. “The Norris family is not heartless. | care about the child, yes—but more
than anything, | care about Carrie's safety and health. There will be other children in the future.”
Melany, still seated in the wheelchair, pointed at Kailee, her voice shaking with fury. “Get out! You are no longer
welcin the Norris family!”
Two security guards stepped forward at Melany’s command, escorting Kailee out of the scene despite her weak
protests. “Kristopher, I'll take Shawn and Melany back now. Stay focused on Carrie,” Billie said softly,
approaching Kristopher.
He didn’t respond, his eyes fixed solely on Carrie nestled in his arms.
Billie sighed, realizing she wouldn't get a word out of him. Turning away, she helped Shawn and Melany into a
pumpkin carriage meant for the elderly guests, and the driver hurriedly departed down the mountain road.
Kristopher kept staring at Carrie—her pale face, her closed eyes, the faint tremble in her once-delicate features—
it was all too much.
She looked like a fragile wax figure, her warmth slipping away with every passing moment. Blood seeped
through his fingers as he pressed desperately on her wound, his face set in a mask of barely controlled panic.
Her body was growing colder, and with it, her warmth slipped away.
Kristopher held her hand tightly, bringing it to his lips to breathe warmth onto her cold fingers.
Oliver arrived moments later with two medics carrying a stretcher.
“Mr. Norris,” Oliver said, his voice tight but steady, “the ambulance is waiting at the foot of the mountain. We
need to move Mrs. Norris now.”
Kristopher nodded tersely, carefully lifting Carrie onto the stretcher. He removed his suit jacket and draped it
over her fragile frame. The medics carried the stretcher to the carriage. Kristopher climbed in beside them, his
expression hardened into something unreadable.
Before Oliver could join them, Kristopher turned, his voice low but commanding. “Stay here. Secure the scene
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His deep eyes were filled with a terrifying, murderous intent.
At the hospital, Kristopher chose a public facility to keep Gracie unaware of the incident, bringing in the best
medical expertise available for Carrie. Soon, the hospital was swarmed with ambulances, and professionals
rushed in, creating an impression of an epidemic for the uninformed onlookers. Panic spread like wildfire.
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