Chapter 131

“I know,” Debra said. “Even though Rosalie is always mean, she wouldn’t do something like this.” At least, not now. Debra didn’t finish her sentence. Ralph nodded and replied, “That’s the way she is. I’ll check the home surveillance when I get back. We’ll find out.”

“Okay.”

After Ralph left, Debra got out of bed. Her ankle seemed sprained; the pain was sharp as soon as she stood. Joe panicked. “Madam, why are you getting up?”

“I want to check on Juan.”

“Madam…” Joe hesitated.

Debra noticed Juan’s room was partially open, indicating someone was already inside. She approached and glimpsed a white figure. It was Sheila. Joe blocked Debra’s view and said reluctantly, “Madam, you should go back and rest.”

Debra’s eyes dimmed. That explained why Joe had prevented her from visiting Juan.

“Alright.” Debra turned back to the ward. At the end of the day, she realized she had overthought; Juan was in good hands with Sheila. There was no need to worry.

Her phone rang suddenly. It was Erica, sounding anxious.

“Debra! Why didn’t you answer my calls? You’ve been missing all day. I’ve been messaging you with no reply. Are you okay?”

Debra checked the time. It was already afternoon. Normally, she and Erica would chat for a while every day. Her prolonged unconsciousness understandably worried Erica.

“Yeah, I had some trouble,” Debra’s voice carried weariness.

“Trouble? Where are you? I’m coming over now!”

Debra hesitated but eventually gave Erica the hospital’s address. She leaned against the bed, pondering who might want her dead. If it wasn’t Rosalie, it must be someone from the Frazier family. Her head throbbed, and she rubbed her temples, mentally reviewing possible suspects. Suddenly, her eyes widened, a grim realization settling in.

“You’ll regret this!” Stanley’s aggressive voice echoed in her mind, and her expression darkened. Besides Stanley, she couldn’t think of anyone else. She had only seen him as a troublemaker; it was hard to believe he would attempt murder.

Joe entered with a glass of water. Debra asked, “Is my car at the repair shop?”

“Yes, it was sent over this morning.” Joe looked puzzled. “Madam, why do you ask?”

“Help me make a call. Ask them if there was a problem with the brake line.”

Joe understood instantly. “Will do.”

Debra closed her eyes slowly, hoping it wasn’t Star. After all, he was Ralphy’s only son.

After a while, Joe returned, his expression grave. “The repair shop confirmed that the brake line was deliberately cut. Madam, should we investigate?”

Debra’s eyes dimmed. “No need. You can go.”

“Alright.”

It seemed like it really was Stanley. Erica burst into the room, and Joe quietly retreated.