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Camille recoiled, dodging his attempt to touch her. “You choose your side, and | choose mine. That's only fair.
Just don’t sacrificein the process.”
Albin exhaled in frustration. “I didn’t mean it like that. I'm sorry, okay?” He comically slapped his own mouth.
“Curse this foolish tongue of mine. | should donate it to science.”
Camille scoffed dismissively and averted her eyes from him.
Kristopher looked back at Carrie. Their eyes connected, yet she remained silent. Her protective stance was
evident, a clear signal that any threat to Camille would be met fiercely.
Kristopher had long been labeled as merciless, a demon concealed behind a charming facade. Such descriptions
had never bothered him; in fact, he reveled in them. Yet now, as Carrie looked at him with the sguardedness
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Feeling suddenly drained, Kristopher gestured dismissively to the officers. “It's okay. You can leave.”
Oliver quickly stepped in to smooth things over. “Thank you for your response, and apologies for the
inconvenience.”
With dried blood on his forehead and a throbbing pain, Kristopher walked heavily toward the couch.
“Kristopher...” Lise moved to assist him, but he dodged her attempt and chose to sit alone.
The doctor paused, iodine swab in hand, uncertain whether to proceed.
“I've got this,” Lise intervened, taking the iodine from the doctor.
From a distance, Carrie observed impassively, as if she were merely a spectator at a . She then turned
away and took Camille’s hand, her voice cold and unemotional. “Since Mr. Norris has declined to press charges,
we'll be going.”
Oliver tried to intervene, saying, “Mrs. Norris, considering Mr. Norris's injuries are severe, perhaps you could—"
Carrie interrupted without turning around. “Isn't it obvious that he’s already well attended to? He doesn’t require
my presence.”
With those words, she left briskly, pulling Camille with her.
Albin made a half-hearted attempt to reach for Camille, but a sharp look from her stopped him. He watched
helplessly as they exited.
Albin then slumped next to Kristopher, seizing a bottle of champagne from the table. He gulped it down as if it
were mere water. The manager silently mourned the lavish waste of such an expensive drink.
Glancing at Kristopher, Albin said with a rueful smile, “Kristopher, love really can be excruciating.”
As Carrie departed, a subtle gleam of victory flickered in Lise’s eyes. Yet, when she faced Kristopher again, only
concern was visible in her expression. She held a cotton swab soaked in iodine and gently moved to clean the
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Kristopher subtly turned his head, dodging her touch. His eyes locked on Oliver as he instructed evenly, “Take
Lise home.”
Lise paused, her hand frozen mid-motion. Despite the unfriendliness, she softly called out, “Kristopher...” She
was aware of his distress following Carrie's dismissal. She saw it as an opportunity to offer comfort. If she left
now, there was no telling who might move in to console him.
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