Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443

Even when he had gotten divorced from Sharon, he had never regretted that either.

Yet now, perhaps because he was ill and injured, a strange emotion stirred faintly in the depths of his heart.

“Carter? Carter, are you even listening to me?” Kelly’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

Carter snapped back to the present. That unfamiliar flicker of emotion vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving no trace

behind.

His voice was hoarse. “Call Sharon. Tell her to come here right away.”

Thinking he intended to confront Sharon and hold her accountable, Kelly nodded at once. “Alright.”

After receiving the call, Sharon didn’t rush. She took her time finishing breakfast before heading to the hospital.

Just as she arrived outside the ward, she overheard Kelly’s voice from within.

“Carter, just one bite, please? If you don’t eat anything, how are you going to recover?”

A few seconds later, came the man’s low, raspy voice, “No, I have no appetite.”

Kelly tried to persuade him further, but Sharon had already knocked and stepped inside.

As she entered, a faint gleam flickered in Carter’s eyes. His gaze instinctively fell on her hands.

Aside from a handbag, she hadn’t brought a thing-not even a basic bouquet for a hospital visit. And certainly none of the

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His expression darkened.

Sharon glanced at the scene in front of her-Kelly holding a steaming bowl of porridge, clearly trying to spoon-feed Carter. Carter didn’t seem particularly interested.

She gave the porridge a glance and casually offered, “Kelly, he has a picky palate. He won’t eat store-bought porridge. You’ll need to cook it yourself if you want him to take a bite.”

He hadn’t always been so particular, but over the years, Sharon had spoiled his taste buds.

Kelly’s face instantly darkened at the sight of her.

“Sharon, are you here to beg Carter for forgiveness?”

Sharon’s smile was calm and detached. “If there’s begging to be done, it won’t be from me.”

Her gaze shifted lazily to Carter. “So, Carter, how are you feeling now?”

Carter looked at her directly. “I want to eat your porridge,”

Kelly’s expression froze.

Sharon’s face remained unmoved. “If you’re hungry, ask Kelly or one of your maids to make it. I’m no longer your live-in cook,

Carter.”

His dark pupils reflected the cold indifference on her face.

In the past, whenever he was sick or hurt, she always looked at him with worry and tenderness.

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Now, she looked at him like he was a stranger.

Carter’s voice turned inexplicably hoarse. “Sharon, with this kind of attitude… aren’t you afraid I’ll hold you accountable?”

She raised a brow. “Would you really?”

Seeing Kelly’s face twist with alarm, Sharon gave a slow, knowing smile.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t talking about whether you still care about me, but whether you care about my studio… and my music.”

Then she turned to Kelly.

“There’s no need for you to treat me like the enemy, Kelly. Carter has already done a lot to pave the way for you. If he hadn’t pushed so hard and left me no room to breathe, I wouldn’t have had to resort to violence. The fact that he’s lying in a hospital bed now is proof of how much he cares for you.”

Kelly’s eyes flickered in surprise. She hadn’t considered it that way.

A trace of emotion rose in her gaze. “I’m touched by everything you’ve done for me, Carter. But…”