My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1081:

The truth? He’d guessed what she was up to the moment he read her message yesterday.

That was why he’d made sure to carry the meds. Still, to keep the act going, he added with a straight face, “I take it daily—so I always keep it on me.”

The doctor turned the medicine bottle over in his hand, noting the seal was still unbroken. Odd. Had Kristopher actually been taking it every day?

Carrie noticed the pause and leaned forward slightly, concern etched on her face. “Is something wrong?” she asked. “Is there more damage?” She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that the medication might be even worse than Kyson had claimed.

Kristopher had planned to plead ignorance. But at the sound of Carrie’s voice, he pivoted smoothly, his tone steady and unbothered. “I finished the last bottle yesterday. This one’s new.”noveldrama

“Alright,” the doctor replied offhandedly, then addressed Carrie with a touch more focus. “From what I can see, there’s nothing alarming. The listed ingredients and symptoms check out. But I’ll need to run a test to be sure.”

He rose to his feet and took a few steps toward the door before pausing. “You can head straight to the scan. Turn left when you exit—should be right there. I’ve already informed the staff, so just check in with the doctor in charge.”

Kristopher lifted a hand in acknowledgment, his sleeve sliding down to reveal the shimmer of an expensive watch. He made sure it caught the light. “Should I go alone?” he asked casually. “Is there anything I should know beforehand?”

The doctor turned, eyes catching on the timepiece. “That’s a fine watch,” he said before his tone shifted to professional. “No metal is allowed inside the MRI room—not even jewelry. You’ll need to remove everything.”

He turned to Carrie. “Ms. Campbell, could you go with him? Help remove his accessories and coat—double-check for anything metal. Nothing should be left on him.”

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“Of course,” Carrie replied without hesitation. She stood and looked at Kristopher. “Come on. I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you,” he replied with pointed politeness.

She offered a brief nod and said nothing more.

Kristopher followed her out, keeping a measured distance—exactly one person apart.

Carrie noticed. Her earlier suspicions softened and slipped away. To her, Kristopher didn’t seem like someone hiding the truth. Even if the doctor laid it out for him plainly, he probably wouldn’t believe it right away.

With thoughts spinning in different directions, the two arrived at the CT room entrance. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, the attending physician gave Kristopher a once-over and frowned. “The sleeves on your coat have metal, and there are rhinestones on your shirt. That won’t work for the scan.”

Kristopher was expressionless as usual. “Those aren’t rhinestones. They’re diamonds.”

The doctor blinked, at a loss for words—not because Kristopher was showing off, but because he realized the man was just stating a fact. “Even so, they’ll interfere with the scan. You’ll need to change.” He pointed toward a hallway. “Dressing room’s over there. There are scan-safe clothes inside. Remove all metal—even small things, like ear studs.”

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