NovelTrueChapter 1122 Disappointment sank into Kristopher's gut like a stone. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping, and trailed the officer to the patrol car. Tomorrow, he thought. There was always tomorrow.
At the Morrison family's sprawling estate...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie barely stepped through the door before her family swarmed her. The IV needle was tugged free from her arm, and a cluster of family doctors hovered, their murmurs blending into a low hum.
"I am fine, really," Carrie said, her voice soft but fraying at the edges. She cast a pleading glance at the ambulance doctor, silently begging for help.
The doctor caught her look and stepped forward, raising a hand to quiet the room. "We have completed all necessary checks. Ms. Campbell requires rest, nothing more." He handed a crisp examination report to the family's physicians.
After scanning the document, one of the family doctors nodded. “Indeed, rest is all she needs." With gentle insistence, they guided Carrie toward her bedroom, her family trailing close behind.
The bedroom, usually a haven of space, felt stifling with everyone packed inside.
Luca scanned the room, his brow furrowing at the lack of provisions. "Carrie, are you hungry? Nanything- our chef can whip it up, or I will have your favorite restaurant send someone to cook here." Kody, rubbing his chin, snapped his fingers. "We have sleep aids in the house. I will ask the maid to fetch them. You can rest properly after taking one." Not to be outdone, Arion leaned forward, his voice earnest. “Carrie, just say the word, and I will get whatever you need." Their care warmed Carrie's heart, but exhaustion dulled her ability to respond. She stood there, overwhelmed. Latest chapters in glovls.om Reece, sensing her struggle, stepped in, his tone calm but firm. “Grandpa, let us not overwhelm her. Carrie's clothes reek from that garbage truck. Someone should help her bathe, and we can bring the sleep aids my father mentioned so she can rest." Jenesis, ever attentive, offered, "I will stay with you, Carrie." Carrie shook her head, her voice quiet but resolute. “I appreciate it, but I would rather sleep alone for now. I rest better that way." Jenesis nodded, unfazed. “Fair enough. I will have the kitchen prepare porridge. Even if you do not feel like eating, you must think of the baby." A sigh escaped Carrie's lips. “All right," she conceded, her shoulders easing slightly.
Arion, still eager to help, turned to the maid. "Bring a variety of bath products-something to wash away that garbage truck stench."
The maid tilted her head, considering.
"Mr. Morrison, we have e have fragrant bath bombs and shower gels. Will those suffice?"
Arion's brow creased, but he relented.
"They will do. Carrie, if you needm anything else just call me. I will handle it." "I know, Arion," Carrie said, mustering a faint smile to reassure him.
Reece's heart ached at her effort to comfort them despite her ordeal. He slung an arm around Arton's om shoulder steering him toward the door. "We have plenty of staff here. You do not need to fuss over the details."
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