My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 959:

His grip was firm yet careful as he steadied her and eased her back into her chair. Kneeling in front of her, he looked up, his brows furrowed with concern. “Are you okay? Have you been overworking yourself again?”

Carrie took a slow breath, resting an elbow on the desk as she propped her head up. “Maybe… I had meant to get a check-up, but I got so busy that I completely forgot.”

Daxton’s expression darkened. “If you keep neglecting your health like this, I’ll force you to take a break.”

Realizing his words alone wouldn’t be enough, he changed tactics. “Actually, forget that—you’re going to the hospital. Right now.”

Carrie glanced at the stack of documents on her desk, shaking her head. “I still have work to do. These need my signature. I’ll go tomorrow.”

Daxton reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. The company won’t fall apart without you. There are plenty of people who can handle things. If you don’t trust anyone else, let Camille take over—I’ll even find someone to assist her.”

Seeing how insistent he was, Carrie sighed in defeat. “Alright, fine. I’ll leave it to Camille and go with you. Honestly… my health has been acting up lately. I should probably find out what’s wrong.”

At the hospital…noveldrama

A sleek black car pulled into the hospital driveway. Inside, Aliza was lazily scrolling through her phone when something outside the window caught her eye. The moment she recognized the hospital entrance, her expression stiffened.

The smile on her lips faded as she tapped a manicured finger against the driver’s seat. “Did we take a wrong turn?”

From beside her, Kristopher reached over and caught her hand, his touch firm yet gentle. “No,” he said simply. “We’re here for your check-up.”

A flicker of panic flashed in Aliza’s eyes, but she masked it quickly.

Holding his hand with her other hand, she softened her voice. “Kristopher, I’m only a few weeks pregnant. There’s no need to make such a big deal out of it.” She leaned closer, her tone coaxing. “Didn’t we agree to try that new restaurant today? Let’s go there instead. You know I can’t stand the smell of hospitals.”

Kristopher had always indulged her whims, especially since finding out about the pregnancy. In the past, whenever she protested against hospital visits, he would relent without much argument.

But this time, he didn’t budge. “I spoke to the doctor,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “Prenatal check-ups are essential at every stage. We can’t take any chances. The earlier we monitor things, the better.” His fingers curled slightly around hers, his grip reassuring. “That’s how this tiny life inside you will grow into a healthy baby.”

Aliza opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything more, Kristopher’s gaze turned cold.

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