My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 925:

In Carrie’s estimation, Alethea was even more troublesome than Lise and Aliza combined, primarily because her powerful family connections reinforced her arrogance and spite.

Alethea surveyed Carrie with open contempt, her voice dripping with mockery. “Is this how the Morrison family raises their daughters? Ms. Campbell, why are you draping yourself across a man so shamelessly in public?”

Kyson’s hands remained supportively on Carrie’s arms as he helped her regain stability. “Miss Hinks, mind your accusations,” he said, clearly displeased. “Carrie merely slipped.”

“Miss Hinks. Carrie.” Alethea silently repeated these contrasting forms of address countless times. Even the most oblivious observer could discern the stark difference in Kyson’s regard for each woman.

Struggling to contain her mounting rage, Alethea softened her tone. “Kyson, I’m simply concerned that certain individuals might be deceiving you. I’m aware she recently divorced Miss Herrera’s fiancé before becoming entangled with his nephew. The Webster family has always maintained an impeccable reputation—what if you tarnish it for a woman…”noveldrama

She deliberately left the sentence unfinished, sparing them the more caustic words that hovered on her tongue.

Recognizing that Alethea and Kyson clearly shared some acquaintance, Carrie realized that challenging Alethea would only create an awkward situation for Kyson—her cousin’s future brother-in-law.

Carrie chose to treat Alethea as invisible and turned toward Kyson. “Kyson, I need to return to the office. You two should continue your conversation. No need to escort me.”

Kyson cast a brief glance at Alethea before bending down to retrieve Carrie’s shoes. He placed them carefully by her feet and extended his hand to assist her.

Carrie instinctively stepped backward to avoid his touch, momentarily forgetting her position on the stairs. This retreat caused her to wobble precariously.

Fortunately, Kyson seized her hand in time, preventing another fall. “Don’t be so formal with me,” Kyson said with gentle exasperation. “Just put your shoes on.”

Left with no alternative, Carrie allowed Kyson to steady her as she slipped her feet into her shoes.

Alethea observed their interaction, fury surging through her veins. Her lips curled into a venomous smile. “I hadn’t realized Ms. Campbell was so prone to stumbling. Perhaps you should consider a neurological examination. I understand that poor coordination often indicates issues with brain function.”

The implication hung heavily in the air—that Carrie repeatedly employed the same manipulative tactic.

Though Carrie feigned deafness to the barb, Kyson’s expression darkened noticeably. “Miss Hinks, while I deeply appreciate your family’s generous contributions to our school, Carrie remains an extremely important friend to me, and I expect you to treat her with respect.”

He paused meaningfully before continuing, “Our families will likely have increased interactions in the future. If you truly cannot abide Carrie’s presence, then perhaps I should inform Mr. Hinks that my institution may not deserve the distinguished support of the Hinks family after all!”

“Extremely important friend…” Alethea retreated a step, echoing Kyson’s words under her breath.

The reality struck her with brutal force—Kyson valued Carrie so deeply that he would willingly sacrifice connections with the influential Hinks family for her sake.

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