All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

Debra cast a glance at Juan, his form still and silent on the hospital bed."I'll come back when he's better."With that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the ward.As the door clicked shut behind her, Juan's eyes fluttered open.Joe was totally surprised."Sir, you're awake.""Help me sit up."Juan's voice was hoarse. Joe quickly assisted him, propping pillows behind his back."Sir, is this an act?"Juan remained silent, his mind replaying the events. The security alarm had blared early, a warning that only Debra could have triggered.When the intruders burst in, Juan could have easily evaded the knife, but he hadn't. He had taken the blow deliberately, gambling on Debra's reaction.A wry smile tugged at the corners of Juan's mouth."She must still care for me."Joe hesitated before speaking. "Mrs. Nichols used to love you so deeply. If you're hurt, she'd definitely be concerned.""Concerned?" Juan muttered. "If she cared, she wouldn't have left."His face was p

The villa stood before them, an unassuming façade tucked away in an affluent neighborhood where each residence was worth a small fortune.Despite its prime location, the house bore an air of neglect, as if it were rarely inhabited.Debra raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have pegged this as your style."Andrew coughed a little, his face pale. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door."This isn't my house.""If it's not yours, why do you have the key?""A friend entrusted it to me."There were very few people in Seamar City whom Andrew considered friends. Debra immediately thought of Marion.The interior was a stark contrast to the exterior, elegantly appointed with a taste that hinted at a bygone era. It was impeccably maintained, as if someone regularly cared for it.Andrew noticed her puzzled expression and offered an explanation."I have someone come in to clean periodically. It hasn't changed much over the years.""Is this where Marion used to live?"Marion had never ment

Andrew's face was ashen. "It's pointless even if you knew. It wouldn't change anything. It's better to live your life in peace."Debra's eyes flashed with determination. "I'm the heiress to the Frazier family. I have the right to know everything."Andrew sighed, leaning against the table to keep his balance. "I can tell you about the Four Major Families, but I don't know who killed your parents. I've investigated for years, and I still don't know who was behind the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Houston."Debra searched Andrew's eyes and found no trace of deceit. She took a deep breath before asking, "Do you know everything about the Four Major Families?"Andrew nodded. "I know the general outline of the past grudges and disputes. The Houston family had military power and absolute authority. The Potter family had the most powerful intelligence network. Under the leadership of your great-grandfather, the Frazier family was renowned for its strategic prowess. The Osborne family, originally t

"Maybe.""Do you truly not know who killed my parents?"Andrew hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't."Debra helped Andrew to the car, and the driver got him in the backseat.Debra's mind was a whirlwind of questions and doubts. Sleep would be elusive tonight."Can you take me to our old house?""Address."Debra pulled out her phone and sent the address to Andrew, who relayed it to the driver."Drive.""Yes, sir."Tucked away in the heart of the city, it had been years since Debra last set foot there. According to family rules, visits were reserved for the New Year, and since her father's passing, she had lived with Ralph.The main estate that had only accommodated the older generations was a stranger to her now. The villa stood abandoned, its grandeur faded.The night wind bit at her, and she wrapped Andrew's coat tighter around herself. The yard was overgrown and neglected, but security was surprisingly tight.Debra pushed Andrew's wheelchair up to the door, pulling o

Andrew's car pulled up outside the apartment building.Debra got out with a heavy heart. When she reached the entrance, the security guard hurried over, his voice urgent."Ms. Frazier.""What's up?""You've got a visitor. He's been here for over an hour," the guard said, jerking his thumb toward the reception room.Through the glass, Debra saw Marion sitting inside."I don't know him. Tell him to leave.""Okay."The guard nodded, starting to turn away before Debra's voice stopped him. "Wait.""Ma'am?""Let him in."The guard blinked, thinking he had heard wrong."Ms. Frazier, if he is bothering you, we can help you drive him away.""No, he's my boyfriend.""Huh?"The guard's jaw dropped. He glanced down at his phone, where a news alert blared the reconciliation between Juan and Debra.However, the one in the reception room didn't look like Juan.He scratched his head and went back. "Mr. Nichols, your wife will see you now.""What did you call me?""Mr. Nichols?"Mar