Chapter 515

Ralph took a deep breath.

"Yes, the key is mine. It's just a regular key to the warehouse. Nothing valuable."

"To the warehouse or the ancestral hall?"

Ralph's expression shifted, and Debra pressed on.

"I don't want to beat around the bush. Did you steal the key from my father?"

"Preposterous! He gave it to me."

Ralph stood up in agitation, but Marion stared him down.

"Sit down."

Ralph's bravado deflated like a punctured balloon, and he timidly sat back down.

"Debra, even though I did bad things, I'm still your uncle. How could I steal from my own brother?"

"To pay off gambling debts, what wouldn't you do? If you could harm me, you might not hesitate to harm my father."

Ralph's face darkened. "What do you mean? Suspect that I was responsible for his death?"

Marion's voice was like thunder, his expression stormy. "It seems you won't speak honestly."

Ralph was frightened, gritting his teeth. "Fine, whatever you think. I won't be able to get out anyway. Put the blame on me. I