My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 633:

Before the doctor could respond, Reece chuckled, waving her concerns away. “Carrie, if I had a fracture, do you really think I would be sitting here joking with you? Trust me, I am fine. Kristopher might be strong, but I can hold my own. If anyone is worse off, it’s probably him.”

Carrie’s gaze lingered on Reece, her mind briefly drifting.

Noticing her silence, Reece frowned. “You’re not still worried about that jerk, are you? Getting too attached to a man is a one-way ticket to endless heartache.”

His sharp tone snapped her back to the moment. Carrie quickly smiled, brushing off his comment. “No, of course not. I am only concerned that if Kristopher were seriously injured, the Norris family might retaliate.”

Reece snorted, dismissing the notion with a wave of his hand. “The Norris family? What do they amount to? Three generations of wealth and influence, at best. The Morrison family has stood strong for far longer. Their legacy cannot hold a candle to ours.”

Carrie considered this, her thoughts drifting to the recent confrontation. Reece and Kristopher had seemed evenly matched during their clash. If Reece could emerge relatively unscathed, Kristopher’s injuries likely mirrored his.

“Understood,” she replied simply, her tone calm.

Reece suddenly leaned forward, an intrigued look crossing his face. “Carrie, why did Kristopher keep bringing up the Music Association? He made it sound like I am using you to maintain our family’s standing.”

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Kristopher’s pointed remarks had struck a nerve, planting a seed of curiosity that now demanded answers.

Carrie paused, her thoughts clicking into place as Kristopher’s words echoed in her mind. Her roles as a screenwriter and actress, while respectable, held little weight within the Morrison family’s legacy.

“Music Association? Using her?” The pieces began to align, a sudden realization dawning upon her.

Reece noticed the subtle shift in Carrie’s expression and leaned forward, curiosity etched on his face. “Something on your mind?”

Carrie hesitated, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I can play my grandfather’s final masterpiece,” she said softly, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Her admission felt weighty, almost fragile. While her piano skills were passable, they were far from exceptional. That single piece, her grandfather’s legacy, was the only truly remarkable thing she could offer. Could the Morrison family really rely on just one song to maintain their illustrious standing in the music world?

“What?” Reece nearly leapt out of his chair, his excitement palpable. “Carrie, you can play the piano? And you can play Great-uncle’s final masterpiece?”

Carrie offered a faint smile, her voice tinged with shyness. “I can play, but I am not particularly skilled. I have only ever heard my grandmother hum that piece; I never had the chance to hear my grandfather play it himself.”

Her words seemed to float past Reece, who was already swept up in his enthusiasm.

Before Carrie could explain further, Reece’s booming voice broke through the moment. “Grandpa! Dad!” he called out, his tone urgent and thrilled.

Moments later, Luca and Kody descended the stairs, both wearing expressions of mild confusion. Luca frowned as he reached the bottom step. “Wasn’t you supposed to take her out for dinner? Why are you back so soon? At her age, she should be out enjoying life, not cooped up here. After dinner, take her shopping. She did not bring much with her to Isonridge, just a few outfits. As her brother, you ought to be more thoughtful.”

Reece waved away the scolding, his excitement bubbling over. “Carrie can play the piano! And not just that—she can play Great-uncle’s final masterpiece!”noveldrama

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