Chapter 83

"We?" Juan chuckled mockingly. "Do you mean Marion and you?"

Debra frowned.

Juan approached her, his steps carrying an oppressive aura. "Last time at the hotel, were you with Marion and Randy? Was Erica just covering for you? What exactly is your relationship with Marion? How far has it progressed?"

He seized her wrist, his eyes boring into her. Debra instinctively shook his hand off. "Enough! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Juan looked at his hand that had been shaken off, saying, "Pray that Shelia's face can be restored.

Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action against them."

A scream suddenly erupted from inside Shelia's ward.

Almost instinctively, Juan pushed the door open and saw Shelia smashing a glass. By the time Debra entered, Shelia had already grabbed Juan's arm, leaning into his embrace. "Am I disfigured? My face is ruined."

"Alright, calm down. The doctor said you need to stabilize your emotions, or the freshly stitched wounds might reopen," Juan gentl