Marion explained, “I promised to take responsibility because Shawn entrusted me with it on his deathbed. What were you thinking?”

Randy stared at him, dumbfounded. “What? Entrusted on his deathbed?”

He realized how bad Marion was at expressing himself.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Erica huffed, “Why didn’t you speak clearly? Any woman would misunderstand that.”

Randy, realizing the gravity of the situation, urged Marion. “You should go. find Debra. If you delay any further, she might cut ties with you completely.”

Marion was already striding away, his figure disappearing into the crowd.

Randy watched him go, muttering under his breath, “What’s the point of having a mouth if you can’t use it properly?”

Debra slid into the backseat of her car. Ben asked, “Madam, are you going home?”

“Yes,”

Debra’s phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen, expecting to see Marion’s name, but it was Rosalie calling.

She answered, and before she could utter a word, Rosalie’s panicked voice filled the line.

“Debra, something bad happened.”

“Aunt Rosalie, calm down and tell me what happened.”

“It was Ralph. He was taken away by Juan’s men.”

“What?” Debra was astonished.

“Juan’s men burst in and took him away,” Rosalie cried. “Juan gave me an address and told me to inform you. If you don’t go, he’ll kill Ralph.”

“Give me the address.”

“It’s Room 8023 at the Sapphire Hotel.”

Debra’s anxious expression vanished, replaced by a cold calm.

“Alright, I’ll head over there,” she said, ending the call.

Ben, having overheard the conversation, looked at her through the rearview mirror. “Madam, are you going to the Sapphire Hotel?”

“No, back home.”

“But Juan…

“If Juan really took Ralph, why would he want to meet me at a hotel? Wouldn’t it be more effective to threaten me at home? There’s something wrong here.”

She knew Rosalie must be up to something. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to trust someone like Rosalie. Finding out what was going on at home was the priority.

Soon, the car pulled up to the Frazier family home.

Debra stepped out and entered the house, hearing Rosalie and Stanley talking inside.

“If Debra is back by Juan’s side, the divorce won’t happen.”

Debra stepped into the room, her eyes narrowing as she took in Rosalie’s smile, which was completely at odds with the crying voice from the phone.

Rosalie heard the footsteps and turned, her smile instantly faltering as she saw Debra.

Debra sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Aunt Rosalie, you really put on a good show.”

“Debra,” Rosalie panicked and spoke awkwardly, “how come you…”

“How come I am here?” Debra’s eyes grew cold. “What are you planning,

Aunt Rosalie?”