Marion chuckled. “I used to work at a barbershop for a while, so I’m pretty sure if we can’t get over a fever, you need to be extra careful; don’t overdo it, you could end up with a headache all day.”

“How did the legendary fence, McHouston, end up working a barbershop?”

“That was a long time ago, in a foreign country, and you do whatever you need to survive,” Marion replied. Debra didn’t pursue the subject further.

Outside the house, the driver had been waiting. They arrived at the hospital and saw Shanley kneeling in the ward. Rach didn’t even look at Ben, who tactfully withdrew, giving them privacy.

“Uncle Ralph!” Debra called out.

Ralph’s expression softened, and he asked gently, “Debra, how are you? Are you…?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Debra replied, her eyes on Stanley, who had been kneeling there for a while. “Uncle Ralph, take it easy.”

Ralph’s expression darkened. “I read the news. This scoundrel… he meant to hurt you like that? I don’t have such a son.”

“Sad… I was wrong. Please don’t send me to the police station again. I’m sorry,” Stanley pleaded desperately, disregarding his dignity.

But Uncle Ralph held his ground. “Even if Debra forgives you, I won’t. From now on, I will cut ties with you and your mother; I’m divorcing her.”

Stanley collapsed to the ground. Debra was shocked. Despite everything that had happened before, Ralph had never been so ruthless.

Debra looked at Ralph, her eyes filled with concern. “Uncle Ralph, have you thought this through?” She feared that Ralph might come to regret his decision.

Ralph’s expression was resolute. “This beast dares to hit his father? What else would he hesitate to do? Today, I will not only sever our father-son relationship, but I’m also calling a press conference to announce my divorce from Rosalie. From now on, none of my inheritance will go to them.”

Stanley was devastated. “Dad! You can’t do this to me! Everything in the Frazier family should rightfully be mine. How can you leave it all to outsiders?”