Chapter 339

Shelia’s public tantrum drew everyone’s attention. People outside the restaurant cast curious and disapproving glances at Debra and Juan, their expressions filled with silent judgment.

“Sir,” Joe rushed to the scene, but Juan’s steely gaze cut him short. “Who brought her here?”

Joe stammered, unable to respond. He knew any excuse was futile. Hidden in nearby bushes, a figure snapped a photo of the unfolding drama and slipped away. Debra’s patience was wearing thin. “You keep making a scene. Don’t bother me.”

“You’re not allowed to leave!” Shelia, her face contorted with jealousy and rage, grabbed Debra’s hand. “Everyone, look! This woman is divorced and trying to seduce my husband!”

More people gathered. Juan snapped, “Shelia, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m carrying your child. Yet you’re here with your ex-wife. Do you even want this child?”

“I never wanted this child.” Debra heard the familiar words, this time directed at Shelia. A pang of pain shot through her chest, remembering her own loss.

“Go home and argue amongst yourselves. Don’t drag me into this.” Debra tried to shake off Shelia’s grip, but Shelia dramatically fell backward. Debra instinctively reached out, but Shelia ignored her and pinched Debra’s hand. Debra pulled back as Shelia hit the ground.

“Ah, my child…” Shelia wailed, feigning agony. “You wicked woman, you want to harm my child! Juan, why are you just standing there? Hurry and take me to the hospital!”

Debra sneered, seeing through Shelia’s performance. Shelia had no idea what true pain felt like—the pain of losing a child.

Juan glanced at Shelia and then at the increasingly curious onlookers. If Shelia continued, things would escalate, further implicating Debra. Joe quickly stepped forward to help Shelia, but she ignored him, his hand hanging awkwardly in the air.

Left with no choice, Juan picked Shelia up. His voice was low as he instructed Joe, “Go get the car. Let’s go home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Debra stood watching as Shelia cast her a triumphant smile.

“So what if Juan likes you? I am carrying his child, and he has to accommodate me.”

As Debra watched Juan carry Shelia away, she wasn’t thinking about the judgmental stares. Instead, she thought that if Juan had been this responsible toward her child in her past life, her child might still be alive. She wasn’t important to him; even with Shelia’s poor behavior, he still valued the child she carried.

Debra slowly walked out of the restaurant, her mind racing. As she reached the door, she heard a woman’s voice behind her.

“Sir, are you okay? Let me help you up.”