My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 16:

Kristopher’s thoughts momentarily wandered to Carrie’s elegant presence, and he responded with a dismissive coolness, “And what could be so urgent? I met with her earlier tonight, and she appeared perfectly fine.”

At that moment, Albin, struck by a sudden recollection, interjected with surprise, “Are you both really this unaware of what’s been all over the news? This afternoon, you say?” With a serious edge to his tone, he went on, “There was a news report today about an explosion in an old residential area downtown. If memory serves, wasn’t there an apartment Carrie’s mother passed down to her in that area?”noveldrama

Albin, his movements quick and deliberate, handed his smartphone to Kristopher.

The news was significant, covered extensively by Orkset’s local media.

The reports suggested the blaze was triggered by deteriorated electrical wiring and was exacerbated by a local family’s stockpile of natural gas for their food business, culminating in a catastrophic blast.

Kristopher cast a brief, unsettled glance at the disturbing images from the accident, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

However, recalling his encounter with Carrie later that evening—how she was unharmed and even sparred with him verbally—he dismissed the possibility of her involvement with a gentle exhale of relief.

Albin paused, eyeing Kristopher’s cold expression with uncertainty, before cautiously remarking, “Kristopher, I recall that the old apartment was the last thing her mother left her—a sort of emotional lifeline. It’s only natural she’d be distressed over losing such a significant piece. And to reach out to you in her time of need, only to find you unavailable… Plus, with the rumors swirling about you and Lise, her reaction makes sense.”

“You two are still married, after all. If you aren’t considering a divorce, perhaps extending an apology would be wise.”

Kristopher scoffed dismissively, “That’s nonsense! Regardless of its sentimental value, an apartment is merely a possession. How can that compare to human concerns? Even knowing all this, my decision to take Lise to the hospital would’ve still been the priority. If she truly had any compassion, she wouldn’t be making such a fuss over this! An apology? It seems to me she owes me one, not the other way around.”

Struck by Kristopher’s harsh rebuff, Albin found himself speechless.

He pressed his lips tightly together and took a long sip of his wine, then, shaking his head slightly, he resumed drinking as if the conversation had never happened, blending back into the evening’s festivities.

After a couple of rounds, Albin noticed Kristopher’s restless glances toward his phone.

He let out an annoyed click of his tongue before suggesting, “Look, it’s Carrie being difficult. I’ll give her a call and talk her into apologizing, okay?”

“Do what you want,” Kristopher muttered with a shrug, his tone as indifferent as the look he cast toward Albin.

With a decisive motion, Albin reached for Kristopher’s phone, searched for Carrie’s contact, and pressed the call button.

The room fell into a tense silence, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.

The phone rang repeatedly, then abruptly shifted to a busy signal.

Unperturbed, Albin tried again, only to be met with the same quick dismissal after a single ring.

He attempted a few more calls, each ending abruptly.

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