My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1078:

Carrie laughed. “That’s because not everyone’s aiming for the same goals. Some people want to master the art itself, I just enjoy seeing results in the real world. I’m not chasing musical enlightenment or anything. I’m just… practical.”

Kyson didn’t push further. He liked that about her—her clarity, her honesty. She never pretended to be more or less than she was. Each time they talked, he discovered another reason to admire her. And maybe that was why it hurt a little, knowing she wasn’t his to have.

But it also made him more determined to protect her.

He cleared his throat, setting aside his feelings as his expression grew serious. “I came here today because there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Carrie paused, sensing the shift in his tone. “Okay. What is it?”noveldrama

He leaned forward slightly. “A friend of mine—he’s in medicine. He happened to see Aliza picking up some pills. But the description on the bottle didn’t match the appearance of the medication.” Carrie’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she stayed quiet.

“My friend managed to swipe one of the pills while Aliza wasn’t looking,” Kyson continued. “He looked into it and found out… the drug damages brain nerve function.”

The words brain nerves immediately set off alarm bells in Carrie’s head. One name came to mind—Kristopher. She didn’t say anything yet, waiting for Kyson to go on.

Sure enough, Kyson’s subsequent words confirmed her suspicion.

“The drug suppresses memory recovery in patients with amnesia. That’s when I thought of Kristopher. I don’t know Kristopher personally, but I felt it was important to let you know. I remember your cousin saying that the memories Kristopher lost were all about you. If that’s true… and if Aliza’s giving him this drug…”

His jaw tightened. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions,” he added. “Maybe it’s nothing. But if it is something—if this is part of some plan to keep Kristopher from remembering you—I figured you needed to know. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.”

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Kyson didn’t linger after delivering the news. He said what he came to say, then quietly left the Morrison estate. But his words didn’t leave with him. They echoed in Carrie’s mind, replaying over and over, refusing to fade.

She had made up her mind to cut ties with Kristopher—clean and final. There was no room in her life for someone who had been so easily misled by Aliza.

If she could understand his twisted obsession with Lise through the lens of a misguided heart donation story, his falling for Aliza’s manipulations had no such excuse.

Kristopher’s memory loss didn’t excuse how he had viewed her—like she was some desperate woman chasing him for his wealth or status. That wasn’t amnesia. That was judgment. And poor judgment, at that. He had made his choice. He had believed the lies. Whatever consequences he now faced were his own to bear.

But Kyson’s words had planted a seed of doubt. That medicine—a drug capable of damaging the brain, stunting memory recovery, possibly even impairing cognitive function… That changed everything. Kristopher, once sharp, respected, composed—had built the Norris empire with precision.

A single misstep in that world could cause a collapse.

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