NovelUSAChapter 1025: "It's not about how I see you,” she said. “It's about what you've done. I'm just being honest.” Kristopher pressed his lips together, his jaw tight.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
Carrie's brows lifted in mild surprise. She hadn't expected an apology.
After a beat, she gave a faint nod.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If you really mean it, then please don't do that again,” she said. “I'm not going to chase after you. And even if we cross paths, I'll do my best to keep my distance. I hope you'll do the same." Kristopher felt a pang of unease. Something deep and unsettled churned inside him, but he didn't know how to respond. He still didn't remember their past, still didn't know what kind of man he had been to her-what they had shared, or lost.
All he could do was stand there, helpless, and watch her walk away.
Carrie took a few steps, then instinctively placed a protective hand over her belly.
Kristopher's eyes followed the movement. That simple touch reminded him-she was pregnant. Before he could stop himself, the question slipped out.
"Is the baby really Daxton's?" The second Kristopher asked the question, Carrie stopped mid-step-but she didn't turn around. Just for a moment, she hesitated... then kept walking, heading straight for the mall's entrance.
He stood there watching her go, feeling this strange hollowness settle in his chest.
Of course. They weren't anything to each other anymore. So why would she feel the need to explain whose baby she was carrying? But the more that reality hit him, the more it twisted something inside him.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Endless adventures await on galnovsHe needed answers-and fast. He couldn't just sit around waiting anymore. After his car accident, he'd trusted his mother without question. And now? That blind trust felt like the dumbest thing he'd ever done.
She'd never given him warmth or affection growing up... and now it seemed like he'd lost the one person who actually mattered to him-because of her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLost in thought, he barely noticed his phone buzzing in his pocket. The vibration pulled him back.
Maybe it was news about Carrie-about their past. But when he glanced at the screen, he saw it was from the team he'd sent to Zimeron. His stomach dropped a little.
He hesitated, then picked up. Albin mattered too.
The voice on the other end was rough and broken up. Bad signal.
"Mr. Norris... we found Mr. Murray..."
The call was choppy, full of static, and behind the voice, he could hear what sounded like someone E sobbing a woman. Zimeron.
The avalanche had stopped, but the land was buried under Collapsed s were less w now just lumps beneath fresh snow.
Families who had given up hope started holding small mourning m ceremonies right there in the snow.
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