Chapter 275

On the day of the funeral, Shelia appeared in a black dress. Her belly was still flat, but she pushed it out to emphasize her pregnant state. She wanted everyone to know she was carrying the heir to the Nichols family.

Melody greeted the arriving guests with a dignified nod, but her gaze flicked anxiously around. Juan was conspicuously absent. She turned to Shelia, asking, “Where is Juan?”

Shelia shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t see him this morning.”

Just then, Joe hurried over. “Mr. Nichols said he won’t be coming today.”

“Not coming? That’s not acceptable,” Melody said unhappily. Since Juan and Debra hadn’t divorced yet, they were still seen as a loving couple. It was inappropriate for him to be absent from his wife’s burial.

Melody ordered, “Go fetch him. Tell him it’s my order. If he doesn’t come today, he can forget about having me as his grandmother.”

“Understood.” Joe quickly left.

The guests whispered among themselves.

“Who is that woman with Melody?”

“Don’t you know? She’s a student Juan helped in the past. Rumor has it she’s pregnant with his child and will marry him once the baby is born.”

“Can you believe it? The Nichols family is so heartless, especially so soon after Debra’s death.”

Suddenly, a ripple of shock spread through the crowd.

“Isn’t that Mrs. Nichols?”

“Didn’t she die? How is she here?”

Chapter 275 + 25 BONUS

The voices reached Melody and Shelia, who both looked up in surprise. A woman, dressed in a black dress and a sophisticated hat, walked in with an air of cold nobility. All eyes were drawn to her as she became the center of attention.

“Debra?” Melody was shocked. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Debra was supposed to be dead. Yet, she came back alive.

Joe was overjoyed. “Madam, you’re alive!”

Ignoring the stunned whispers and gasps around her, Debra walked to the center of the church. Her eyes fell on a large frame holding her photograph. “This is impossible. How can Debra be alive?” Shelia instantly turned ashen.

She had seen Debra fall into the sea. There was no way Debra should have survived.

Noticing Shelia’s distress, Debra grinned. “I didn’t die, Miss Miles. You don’t seem very happy to see me.”

Shelia swayed, feeling like all her energy was drained. But to maintain a calm façade, she forced a smile and replied, “How so? Of course, I’m happy to see you, Debra.”

“Happy or scared?” Debra pressed on, catching a flicker of fear in Shelia’s eyes. She approached Shelia slowly, her gaze never wavering. “It’s a shame your people didn’t kill me. Now that I’ve survived and am standing here, do you have the courage to try again?”

Shelia’s face lost all its color. “What are you talking about? Your misfortune has nothing to do with me.”