Chapter 289

"I know," Debra murmured, her mind only half-focused on the conversation.

From her position in the hallway, she could see Marion in her room, his fingers tracing over the childhood photos scattered across her desk.

"Marion!" she called out, rushing into the room and putting the photos back.

One of them caught her eye. It was her and Juan's wedding photo.

Marion's eyes went cold, his voice devoid of emotion. "Even the wedding photo is framed and placed on the desk? You love him that much?"

"It's not like that," she stammered, struggling to find the right words.

The photo was from the early days of their marriage, a time when they didn't have a proper wedding or many photos together.

This single image was the only memento she had of that time. Back then, she had loved Juan, and she had cherished this photo, carefully framing it. But now, it felt like a cruel joke.

"It's getting late. I'll leave now," Marion said, his face an unreadable mask.

He rarely showed his anger, but Debra