My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 617

Chapter 617:

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Bang!

Before Kristopher could continue, Billie grabbed a porcelain cup from the table and smashed it on the floor. Shards of glass scattered everywhere, glinting under the light. “I dare anyone to try and punish my Lise!” Billie roared, her voice raw with emotion.

Lise, who had been silent until now, lowered her head and spoke quietly, her voice carrying a mix of guilt and defiance. “I never meant to hurt Carrie’s child,” she said. “I just wanted him to disrupt the wedding. I didn’t think he’d actually use a gun. As for Gracie…”

Lise hesitated, then continued with unsettling calmness. “Everyone sees things differently. To Carrie, she was a loving family member. But to me, she was just an annoying old woman I barely knew. Why can’t I dislike her?”

Billie’s heart clenched as she looked at Lise. Lise’s face blurred with memories of Lisa, and the lines between her daughters and Lise seemed to merge.

The grief of losing Lisa and the desperation of holding onto Lise overwhelmed her. Right or wrong no longer mattered. All she could think about was protecting her daughter at any cost.

Billie’s voice grew colder. “The real culprit behind the shooting is still that murderer. He caused your sister’s death and now hurt Carrie. Lise might just be his excuse. And as for Gracie? She failed to take her medication, which caused her sudden decline. Yes, Lise’s words may have been harsh, but Carrie wasn’t exactly kind to me when she was divorcing you. If I had let her words get to me and ended my life, would Carrie have been labeled a murderer?”

Billie’s gaze sharpened, her tone cutting. “Let’s be honest, Kristopher. Gracie’s health was failing for years. It was your money that kept her alive this long. It was my repeated efforts—visiting the Quinn family, bringing gifts, and finding a doctor—that allowed her to see your wedding with Carrie. She passed away peacefully. Without regrets.”

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Kristopher’s hands balled into fists at his sides. He stared at Billie, disbelief evident in his expression. Although he had never been close to his mother, especially after Lisa’s death, he had always believed she was a fundamentally good person.

He had thought that if anyone could understand Carrie’s pain, it would be Billie. But now, hearing her cold dismissal of Gracie and her unflinching defense of Lise, he felt an ache in his chest. It wasn’t grief—it was disillusionment.

Kristopher lowered his gaze again, his voice hollow. “I can’t face Carrie. Knowing her… she might have been able to forgive if the harm was done to her. But when it comes to her family, she will never move on.”

Billie crossed her arms, her expression firm. “It’s not about forgiveness. Carrie has every right to hate Lise. She can hate the entire Norris family if she wants. But I want you to protect Lise. Make sure Carrie doesn’t harm her. Let Lise live freely in Orkset. This isn’t hard for you, Kristopher. You owe your sister a life.”

The Morrison family residence.

After the initial excitement of the reunion subsided, the Morrison family insisted that Carrie and Daxton stay for dinner. The so-called pleasantries quickly became a showcase of the Morrison family’s wealth. One after another, family members showered Carrie with lavish gifts—luxury brand VIC cards, exclusive restaurant black cards, and more.

Since Josh’s expulsion from the family, they hadn’t found anyone with piano skills to rival his. To maintain their prominence, they encouraged their descendants to either excel in music or dominate the business world to attract talent and uphold their reputation.

The Morrison family, having cultivated a business empire spanning multiple industries over three generations, had become even more influential than the Norris family. Suddenly, the door opened, and a striking woman entered.

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