Chapter 295

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

Randy stared, dumbfounded. “What? Entrusted on his deathbed?” He realized how poorly Marion communicated.

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

Randy, grasping the situation's gravity, urged Marion. “You should go find Debra. If you delay any longer, she might cut ties with you completely.”

Marion was already striding away, disappearing into the crowd. Randy watched him go, muttering, “What’s the point of having a mouth if you can’t use it properly?”

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

“Yes.”

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

She answered, and before she could speak, 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 by Juan’s men.”

“What?” Debra was astonished.

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

Chapter 205

“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, 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? Something’s wrong here.”

She knew Rosalie was up to something. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to trust someone like Rosalie. Finding out what was happening at home was her priority.

Soon, the car arrived at the Frazier family home. Debra entered, 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 saw Rosalie’s smile, completely at odds with her earlier crying voice. Rosalie heard the footsteps and turned, her smile faltering.

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

Rosalie panicked, speaking awkwardly. “Debra, how come you…”

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