StarNovelChapter 892 Chapter 892: Alethea, who had been silent for most of the exchange, suddenly spoke, her tone laced with amusement. "If there were any real evidence, it would have been presented already. Why would she say something so vague?" Aliza seized the opportunity. She turned to Alethea with a look of gratitude, as if clinging to her last hope. "Yes, yes! Miss Hinks is the one who can see clearly!" Kristopher, who had witnessed Alethea's arrogance earlier, wasn't particularly fond of her. However, he wasn't a man who let personal feelings cloud his judgment. And despite his dislike for Alethea, her words... made sense.
Carrie had never been the type to hold back. If she had real proof, wouldn't she have thrown it in his face already? Kristopher exhaled slowly, pushing aside the lingering doubts. Instead, he turned his attention back to Aliza, his voice softening. "What made you feel unwell so suddenly?" Aliza quickly played into her earlier act. She pressed a delicate hand to her forehead, feigning fragility. "I left in such a rush this morning that I skipped breakfast. My blood sugar might be a little low..." Her voice trailed off, sounding deliberately weak.
Alethea, having lost all interest in their , lazily motioned to her group. She turned on her heel and walked away without another glance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie stepped out of the mall. The autumn sun, though weaker than summer's, felt unbearably harsh against her skin. The moment she stood still on the roadside, dizziness swept over her.
She forced herself forward, reaching for the rough bark of a nearby tree, her fingers pressing against it as she tried to steady herself.
The world around her blurred. Pedestrians walked past in an endless stream-unfamiliar faces shifting, doubling, merging into one another. The spinning wouldn't stop.
Then her body gave out. She staggered backward, her vision darkening at the edges.
Just as she braced herself for the impact of cold, unforgiving pavement, she crashed into a warm embrace. A faint yet familiar scent wrapped around her, steady and comforting.
Before she could gather her senses to apologize, a voice sounded above her. “Carrie, what's wrong with you? Why are you here alone?" Slowly, she looked up, her vision clearing just enough to see Daxton staring down at her, his expression tight with concern.
"Daxton?" she murmured, a mixture of relief and confusion washing over her.
His grip on her remained firm. “My car is parked right over there. I'll take you to the hospital," he said without hesitation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarrie tried to protest, her lips parting, but the words wouldn't come. Breathing felt impossibly difficult.
Daxton didn't wait for her to respond. Without a second thought, he lifted her into his arms and strode toward his car.
Through half-lidded eyes, Carrie spotted a beige luxury car parked by the roadside. She immediately recognized the model. Billie had recognized the m bought the sone before-back then, it had cost several hundred thousand dollars. But this one-this one was different. It had been modified. Upgraded. The price was easily over a million.
Her brows furrowed slightly. She couldn't explain why, but something about it felt... off. This car doesn't belong to Daxton, does it? She looked around. There were only a few other cars parked nearby-two or three small, modest vehicles, nothing remotely close in value to the luxury car in front of her.
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