My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 588:

Across the table, Shawn’s face darkened with anger. He slammed his fork down onto his plate with a loud clang. “Has Kristopher gone completely insane? How can he defend such a murderer?”

Shawn turned to the butler with urgency. “Contact the police chief immediately. Form a special task force to investigate—” Before he could finish, Billie suddenly stood up, rushed to his side, and dropped to her knees with a resounding thud. Grabbing his hand tightly, she pleaded tearfully, “Shawn, please. Please don’t do this. I’m begging you—spare Lise!”

Her unexpected outburst stunned everyone in the room. Shawn stared at her, bewildered.

Melany looked at Billie as if she were seeing a stranger. “Billie, what… What are you saying?”noveldrama

Billie’s tear-streaked face twisted in anguish. “Lise’s heart… it’s Lisa’s! I’ve already lost Lisa once. I can’t lose her again.” Her voice broke as she sobbed uncontrollably, unable to say anything more.

Shawn’s shock deepened, his eyes darting from Billie to Carrie. “This…”

Carrie nodded solemnly. “Kristopher told me about it, but I don’t know all the details. Lise’s heart transplant… she received his sister Lisa’s heart.”

Melany froze in place, her hand gripping a nearby chair for support. Her voice trembled as she cried, “What kind of cursed fate is this? Our Norris family has always conducted…”

business honestly, never harming anyone. How could something so cruel happen to us?”

Shawn fell silent, sighing deeply as his mind wandered back to the painful days when Billie had nearly lost her life.

It was all the result of his son Roberto’s reckless decisions—a failure that had brought untold suffering to his wife and daughter.

A maid helped Billie, now a tearful wreck, back to her seat.

But before she could fully settle, a thought seemed to strike her. She stumbled toward Carrie once more and dropped to her knees. “Carrie, please,” she begged desperately, her voice hoarse. “I’m begging you to show mercy to Lise. Think of a mother who’s already lost one child. Please…”

Tears streamed down Carrie’s face, falling silently like shattered pearls. She stood slowly, her movements deliberate, and knelt across from Billie. Her voice was soft but heavy with pain. “Billie, what about my child?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I’m a mother too—a mother who lost her child. Did anyone care about my child? That child was Kristopher’s too. It was your grandchild.”

Billie froze, her pleas momentarily silenced. But then, in a desperate attempt to defend Lise, she blurted out, “You weren’t even a month pregnant. That was just a cluster of cells. How can it compare to Lise—a living, breathing person?”

Carrie recoiled as if struck, staring at Billie in disbelief. Her voice cracked with raw emotion. “That wasn’t just a cluster of cells—it was my child! I could feel his heartbeat, Billie! After the check-up, he knew I wasn’t well. My morning sickness had stopped—he spared me that discomfort. He loved me even then!”

Shawn, experienced in managing crises, took the medicine handed to him by a maid. After calming himself, he gave firm instructions. “Take Mrs. Billie Norris back to her room.” But Billie clung desperately to the table leg, refusing to move. Her voice was frantic. “I’m not going! I won’t let anyone hurt my daughter!”

Turning back to Carrie, Billie’s tear-filled eyes pleaded desperately. “If someone has to pay with their life, I’ll take Lise’s place!”

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