Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 351 - Bab 360

"Authorities? Which one? I'll go find them," Juan demanded.In Seamar City, there wasn't a soul Juan didn't know or couldn't influence.Pedro, already flustered from the recent events, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.Ever since Debra had been imprisoned, his life had been a whirlwind of stress. He had just managed to deal with Erica, and now Juan was here, demanding answers he couldn't give."Mr. Nichols, don't worry," Pedro said, attempting to reassure him. "Ms. Frazier is very safe with us. There won't be any mistakes. We'll finish the process soon and release her."Juan cut him off sharply. "I'm asking who the authorities are."Pedro squirmed under Juan's intense gaze, sweat pouring down his face. He stepped closer to Juan and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Mr. Nichols, you know the person. Mrs. Nichols has been bailed out, so please make things difficult for me."Debra had already left, yet people kept asking him. Being a police chief was not that easy."Is

"Alright, please wait here for a moment," said the nurse, leaving Shelia alone in the morgue.Shelia stepped forward and lifted the white cloth, revealing the lifeless body beneath. Debra's face was bloodless, with dark circles beneath her eyes. It was a far cry from the refined lady she used to be.Debra looked at her body with a wry smile. In her previous life, she had tortured herself for Juan, ending up in such a miserable state. It seemed all for nothing."Debra, don't blame me for this. Only by your death can I take the position of Mrs. Nichols," Shelia murmured, slipping the ring off the corpse's finger for a closer look.Debra remembered that ring. It was given to her by Melody after she got pregnant. Melody had said she was the only hostess of the Nichols family. Now, it all seemed like a cruel joke."I didn't expect Juan to give you the heirloom ring," Shelia mused, slipping the ring onto her own finger. "But it doesn't matter. From today on, this ring belongs to me."D

"You tell me, Uncle Ralph," Debra said, gesturing to the documents laid out on the table.Ralph reached for the papers with a trembling hand, his eyes scanning the first page. Soon enough, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.Debra watched him, her expression impassive, as she suppressed the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "You're my uncle, and I never imagined it was you."Ralph looked up at her, his aged face streaked with tears and cold sweat. "I had no choice. If I can't repay that money, they'll break my arms and legs, and I'll be dead.""So, you set me up?" Debra laughed coldly. "You should know, with charges like embezzlement and bribery, I'd spend the rest of my life in prison. But you still did this."Ralph's breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I never wanted to harm you, but you were restless, insisting on divorcing Juan and running the Frazier family."He paused and added, "You don't know what my life was like. It was only af

Rosalie rushed forward, her voice shrill and accusing. "Debra! Do you have any conscience left? Ralph was so kind to you, and what did you do in return? You made him take the blame for you."Stanley echoed her mother. "My dad must be blind to always favor you. Debra, you're an ungrateful wretch."His expression was fierce, but he dared not lay a hand on Debra, having learned his lesson from his previous encounter with Marion.Debra, however, didn't turn a hair. "Guards!"The security guards rushed into the room, their heads lowered in apology. "Madam, we're sorry. Ms. Rosalie Frazier insisted on coming in."Debra cut him off. "Ralph and she are already divorced. She is no longer a member of this family.""We see.""I hired you to guard the gate, not to let anyone in casually.""We'll get them out right away."They stepped forward to escort Rosalie and Stanley out."Hands off my mother!" Stanley shouted, holding up his phone. "Debra, you made my dad take the blame for you. You

Stanley's face flushed a deep red. "You're talking nonsense.""Am I?" Debra said, turning to Rosalie. "What do you think? Ralph was your husband, and I presume you know about his doing."Rosalie was stunned. She hadn't known about Ralph's gambling, but Debra's words stirred old suspicions. She wondered if Ralph was really addicted to gambling.Unwilling to give up, Stanley interjected, "Even if he did gamble, it was just a little money. Our family raised you for so many years."Debra slammed the glass onto the table, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. "Don't you know what kind of life I had in your house?"In her past life, she had arrived at Ralph's house with her family's inheritance, only to be met with resentment and mistreatment. Rosalie had always viewed her as a burden, a sentiment that Debra had endured silently for years.Ralph hadn't intervened, and Debra had understood that he was busy with the company and fond of Rosalie. But now, it seemed that Ralph