?<strong>Chapter 587:</strong>


    He savored the dish with deliberate calm.


    The phone rang again. This time, Mny noticed and said kindly, “We’re all family here; there’s no need to stand on ceremony. If it’s something urgent for work, go ahead and take the call. They’ve already called twice—it must be important.”


    Daxton’s eyshes fluttered slightly, though his expression remained neutral. He hadn’t expected the Norris family to indulge Carrie so openly.


    He felt a sense of relief, thankful for his thorough preparations. Without them,peting with Kristopher might have been impossible.


    Daxton had always considered himself simr to Kristopher, but now, an unfamiliar pang of envy tugged at him. Kristopher had the quiet, unwavering support of his family—a luxury Daxton had never known.


    Unlike Kristopher, he had always walked alone in the shadows. The thought lingered heavily as he silently picked up another shrimp, savoring the rich vor.


    A storm was brewing, and a good show was about to begin. If he didn’t eat now, he might not have the chanceter. Watching the fun on an empty stomach was never an option.


    Carrie reluctantly answered the call, her voice low. “If it’s urgent, text me. I’m having dinner with my family.”


    Her intention had been to keep the conversation brief, but the voice on the other end was loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.


    “Ms. Campbell, we don’t have time for texting!” the detective said urgently. “Lise is destroying her evidence and filing immigration paperwork. If she leaves the country, we won’t be able to do anything!”


    The tension in the room thickened instantly. Mny’s expression grew serious as she turned to Carrie. “Carrie, what’s going on with Lise?”


    Shawn ced his hand on the table, his tone resolute. “Carrie, don’t worry. Whatever this is about, Mny and I will back you up.”


    Billie, however, shifted ufortably in her seat. Setting her fork down, she nced nervously between Carrie and the elderly couple. Trying to ease the situation, she said, “Mny, Shawn, this is a matter between young people. You two shouldn’t get involved.”


    Carrie, seemingly oblivious to Billie’s unease, responded softly, her eyshes fluttering as she spoke. “Lise was the one who hired the shooter at the wedding.”


    “What?” Shawn and Mny eximed together, their disbelief evident.


    Billie hesitated, her voice wavering as she attempted to defend Lise. “Could there be some kind of misunderstanding? She’s just an ordinary woman from a modest background. Kristopher is her only connection. How could she possibly orchestrate something like that?”


    Shawn’s expression darkened, his voice grave. “Carrie, this is no small matter. Do you have solid evidence?”


    Carrie had no intention of hiding the truth about the murderer anymore.


    With trembling hands, she raised her phone, pulled up the evidence provided by the detective, and yed it for everyone to see.


    As the videos and audio clips filled the room, Carrie’s voice cracked with suppressed sobs. “She didn’t just take my child’s life… she took away my chances of ever being a mother again.” Her voice faltered, but she forced herself to continue. “The doctor said I’ll never be able to have children.”


    Mny’s eyes filled with tears as she reached out to sp Carrie’s hand. Her lips trembled, and though she wanted to offer words offort, all she could manage was a simple, heartbroken, “My poor child. Our Norris family has wronged you so deeply.”


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