Chapter 265
Shelia smiled triumphantly, crowing, “I’m carrying Juan’s child. Even if some people wear white dresses, they still can’t climb into a man’s bed. They’re useless.”
Hester trembled with rage. Shelia sauntered towards the inner room, her voice dripping with disdain. “Let me see where your room is.”
Hester, being the daughter of the Vargas family, had been given the best and largest guest room when Melody brought her. But even that paled in comparison to Debra’s room. Shelia had seen it once and decided that, sooner or later, she would make it her own. She looked down at her belly, a calculating gleam in her eyes.
“Baby, you need to make an effort,” she cooed. “Whether I can become the hostess of the Nichols family depends on you.”
As evening descended, Juan returned home to find the house completely transformed. His brow furrowed as he took in the changes. Sophie, urgently summoned by Melody, rushed to his side, relief etched on her face.
“Sir, you’re finally back,” she said, her eyes darting around the room uncertainly.
Juan’s frown deepened as he surveyed the new décor. The house’s arrangements had been completely altered, and even the furniture replaced. Then he found Shelia massaging Melody’s back on the sofa. He asked, “Who changed the layout of the house?” This was Debra and his house, arranged exactly to Debra’s favorite style.
Shelia didn’t stop massaging Melody’s back, and Melody replied indifferently, “She’s gone, Juan. Why keep all those old things? Shelia was just worried you wouldn’t be able to move on. She meant well.”
“Was it you?” Juan sulked.
Shelia looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent. “Debra is gone. You should move on.”
Juan narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping to a low growl. “You have three hours to restore the décor, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Shelia bit her lip, her eyes flicking to Melody.
Melody frowned and chastised Juan. “Shelia is carrying your child. Don’t lose your temper over a few pieces of furniture. I won’t allow you to make things difficult for Shelia. If she’s wronged and the baby is hurt, it’ll be a grave matter.”
As the tension in the room thickened, there was a sudden pounding on the door.
“Juan! Open the door!” Ralph shouted, while Rosalle tried in vain to hold him back.
“Darling, calm down. Don’t be so rash,” she advised.
“Go away!” Ralph snapped. He had been waiting for four days with no news about Debra.
Sophie opened the door, and he stormed inside. His eyes blazed with anger as he took in the new setup and Shelia standing beside Melody.
“Juan, I married Debra to you,” he growled with rage. “Look at what you’ve done. Debra has just gone missing, and you’re already eagerly bringing another woman home. What kind of husband are you?”
Juan, usually so domineering, stood silent, letting Ralph’s accusations wash over him. But his silence only fueled Ralph’s anger. Ralph raised his hand and slapped him across the face.