Chapter 372

Fuming, Melody burst into Juan’s office and called out, “Juan!” Her sudden entrance startled Joe, who was in the middle of a discussion with Juan. He quickly excused himself. “Sir, I’ll step out for a moment.” Juan nodded, his gaze shifting to Melody, who marched straight to his desk and snapped, “You’re still working here, as if nothing has happened! Your child is going to call someone else Dad?”

Juan was confused. “Grandma, what are you talking about?”

Melody slammed her palm on the desk, her voice rising. “I’m saying Sheila ran off with another man. She is pregnant with your child. How could you let her leave?”

Juan remained indifferent. “I let her go.”

Melody staggered back, shock written all over her face. “What?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Who in their right mind would push their child and their woman onto another man? She spluttered, “Do you know what you’re doing? Why do I have such a cowardly grandson like you? I thought Debra took her away. Do you know how big of a scene I made at the hospital?”

The mention of Debra’s name made Juan pause. “You saw Debra? She’s at the hospital?” Recently, the Frazier family had been in turmoil, and his visits had been rejected. The news that Melody had gone to find Debra shocked him. Realizing Debra might have been hurt, Juan stood up immediately.

Melody grabbed his arm, her voice stern. “You’re not allowed to leave.”

Juan’s patience wore thin. “Grandma, are you done?”

“You’d better mind your attitude,” Melody growled, her face turning red with anger. Ever since Debra married into their family, there had been no peace. Now even Juan was starting to disobey her.

Juan rubbed his temples and called out to Joe.

Joe entered the office promptly, and Juan ordered, “Take my grandma back to rest. She’s not to leave without my permission.”

“Yes, sir.” Joe nodded, turning to Melody. “Mrs. Nichols Sr., please come with me.”

“Juan!” Melody tried to protest, but Juan was already striding out of the office, his mind fixed on whether Debra was injured. He headed straight for the hospital, but when he arrived, he saw Marion in the ward. Marion was holding Debra’s chin, tilting it to examine her face. Debra’s cheeks bore visible handprints, a stark contrast against her pale skin.

Juan moved away from the door, his eyes fixed on Debra’s injured face.

“Don’t move,” Marion said.

Debra sighed. “It’s not that serious. Just a couple of slaps.”

Randy, munching on a cob of corn, chimed in from the corner of the room. “Got to give credit where it’s due. Luckily, I noticed something off about Erica’s voice on the phone, or we would have been kept in the dark.”

Erica glared at him. “You have the nerve to talk.”

Randy gave a sheepish smile and continued eating. Erica knocked his corn away and spluttered, “It’s all Sheila’s fault. She anonymously invited Debra and me to a restaurant. We planned to see who wanted to see us, not expecting…