The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 203

Winona caught the phone on instinct and, without thinking, tossed a question to Felicity. "What do you mean?"

"Answer the call and go save him! That's what you should be doing. If you've got a shred of decency, pick up and get to the hospital!" Felicity's voice was sharp, righteous, almost accusatory.

Winona barely registered the venom in Felicity's words before answering the call. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Winona, you wretched woman! If you're still alive, get over here and give my son a transfusion, now! If you don't come, I'll have my brother divorce you—immediately! How can you be so heartless? How could you be so cruel? Oh, God, why are you like this?" The woman's sobs dissolved into hysterical wailing.

Winona just stared at the phone, lips pressed in a thin line.

On the other end of the line, the voice was wild, unhinged—completely devoid of reason.

It took her a moment to recognize the caller. Only after listening closely did she realize it was Shera.

Shera hadn't always been like this.

She used to be colder, more aloof, even more arrogant than Felicity. But after her son's illness worsened, she'd unraveled bit by bit.

But Victor Nicholson's illness wasn't Winona's fault.

And after all these years—every single time the boy's life dangled by a thread, Winona had given everything to help, donated blood whenever she was needed. And what did she ever get in return?

Never gratitude. Not even the bare minimum of respect.

And now, just because Winona finally refused to give blood, Shera saw her as some kind of monster?

Please.

Winona couldn't even muster the energy to respond. Instead, she lifted Felicity's precious phone and hurled it down onto the concrete and rebar at the construction site.

The phone shattered instantly, fragments scattering everywhere.

Felicity was stunned. "You—You broke my phone! Are you out of your mind? You absolute lunatic! How dare you—"

She bit her tongue, words hanging in the air.

The officer frowned. "Miss Shepherd, who was it, exactly?"

Winona pressed her advantage. "Yeah, who was it? Go ahead, tell everyone here. Who called you? Why did you make me answer?"

Felicity faltered, shrinking back a couple of steps. "Why are you grilling me like this? It doesn't matter who it was—the point is you smashed my phone!"

Winona let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Your contacts call you, you shove the phone into my hands, and when I'm threatened, I freak out and break your phone. And now you're turning the tables and threatening me?"

Felicity had no response. She knew Winona's account wasn't entirely true, but she couldn't refute it, either.

Everyone who'd witnessed the scene knew full well that Felicity had handed over her phone, and only after Winona took that call did she smash it.

The police were not swayed by Felicity's identity.