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Ralph chimed in, “That’s right. Mr. Nichols, your trip here is unnecessary. Debra isn’t going anywhere with you.”

“Honey,” Rosalie interjected, gently tugging at Ralph’s sleeve, “marital issues should be resolved between the couple themselves. Why are you getting involved?”

She turned to Juan, a polite smile fixed on her face. “Mr. Nichols, you’ve come all this way to pick up our Debra at this late hour. It shows your devotion. Debra, don’t be angry anymore. Just go back with Mr. Nichols.”

She winked at Debra, urging her compliance. Debra, however, seemed to ignore her, feigning indifference.

Juan stepped closer to Debra, lowering himself to her level. His eyes were filled with genuine affection. “I’ve sent Sheila to prison.”

Debra met his gaze, her voice calm and composed. “Are you sharing this with me to prove something?”

“I know everything she did,” Juan continued, eager to explain. “She killed her friend and stole her identity. My relationship with her was a mistake from the start. Debra, I will not fail you again. That night, Sheila drugged me, and in my intoxicated state, I mistook her for you.”

“That’s enough,” Debra interrupted. “I have no interest in what transpired between you two. You don’t need to confess your wrongdoings to me. After all, we’ve already established that this is merely a business marriage. I couldn’t care less about your love affairs.”

Juan was left speechless, a lump forming in his throat. So, Debra has never cared, not from the beginning, nor now.

The frosty atmosphere made Rosalie anxious. She quickly stepped forward, nudging Debra. “Debra, have you lost your senses? Mr. Nichols has ended things with that woman. Why are you still being so stubborn? Listen to me and go back with him. Don’t upset him.”

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Debra remained unmoved. Rosalie, feeling the pressure of the situation, turned to Juan. “Mr. Nichols, Debra just has a bit of a temper. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. She will go back with you tonight.”

Debra slammed her hand against the back of the chair, her sharp gaze sweeping over Rosalie, causing her to recoil. “Are you in charge of this house? Since when?”

Rosalie shrank back, her voice weak. “Well, I am an elder. I’m only doing this for your happiness. Offending Mr. Nichols isn’t good for you.”

“I call you aunt because of your seniority, but that doesn’t mean you can make decisions for me. Do you understand?” Debra interrupted coldly.

“Yes, I understand,” Rosalie conceded, albeit unwillingly. After all, Debra was the eldest daughter of the Frazier family and the current head of the household. The Frazier family rules were strict, and Rosalie, a second wife with little authority, could only defer to Debra.

“This is how it is, Mr. Nichols,” Debra declared, standing her ground. “My family is not any less significant than yours. I’m content living here. When you’re ready to sign the divorce agreement, come back and find me.”

She stood, preparing to leave. But Juan reached out to grab her arm, his eyes pleading. “Debra, don’t go.”

Ralph stepped forward. “Juan, please conduct yourself appropriately at my house.”