My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 936:

The older woman shot her a sharp look before turning to wash her hands.

She told her niece firmly, “Don’t underestimate Kristopher. At the Morrison family’s recognition banquet, the gift he presented was exceptionally lavish. That alone proves he’s far from ordinary. There’s always someone stronger, somewhere. Just because someone doesn’t come from Isonridge doesn’t mean they can’t be a hidden gem. The world is different now—technology has made everything more connected. Stop thinking so small.”

The younger woman shrugged, unimpressed.

“So what? He spent a fortune on the Morrison family, yet the necklace he bought for Aliza wasn’t even worth a fraction of that cost. That just proves she’s not that important to him.”

The older woman paused for a moment, considering this.

“You’re not wrong. They’re not married yet, after all. And with the Morrison family pressuring the Herrera family so much right now, if Kristopher has any sense, he won’t marry Aliza.”

She finished drying her hands and walked out, the younger woman following behind her, their voices fading as they left the restroom.

Only when silence settled did Aliza finally step out of the stall.

Her hands clenched into fists, anger simmering in her darkened gaze.

Slowly, she reached up, her fingers brushing over the necklace at her throat. Her grip tightened as an overwhelming urge surged through her—to rip it off, to throw it away.

But at the last second, she stopped herself. Everyone had already seen the necklace. If she removed it now, it would only make it more obvious that something was wrong.

Not long after Daxton left, Alethea arrived at the banquet hall with Kyson and Marina by her side.

Throughout the walk, Alethea had been making an obvious effort to engage Kyson in conversation, though he only responded with polite indifference. Marina, however, looked like she was seconds away from rolling her eyes out of sheer frustration.noveldrama

She wasn’t an idiot. It was painfully clear that Miss Hinks was interested in her brother. But what irritated Marina the most wasn’t the attraction—it was Alethea’s attitude.

The way she carried herself, as if she were superior to everyone in the room, grated on Marina’s nerves.

As someone who had been pampered and doted on her entire life, Marina was used to being the one with a sharp tongue and a princess-like temperament. But now, standing beside Alethea, she felt like she was looking at a more unbearable version of herself. And two people with sharp edges? They were bound to clash.

The moment Marina reached the entrance of the banquet hall, her eyes landed on Carrie and Reece. Without hesitation, she released Kyson’s arm.

“Kyson, I’m going to find Carrie.”

With that, she lifted her dress slightly and hurried off, her expression instantly brightening.

Alethea, watching the rapid shift in Marina’s demeanor, felt her face darken. Her tone was cool, but there was an unmistakable bite to her words as she murmured, “Marina seems quite close to that… cousin of the Morrison family.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “cousin,” her lips curling ever so slightly.

So what if she was adopted? Alethea was the only child of the Hinks family. If the true daughter of the Hinks bloodline was never found, everything—the family assets, the legacy—would still belong to her. And even if the so-called real daughter did reappear, that woman wasn’t directly related to the Hinks couple.

Meanwhile, the Morrison family had two sons, and Reece, in particular, was remarkable in every way. In Alethea’s mind, Carrie was nothing more than a pawn in the Morrison family’s political and social maneuvers.

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