Listening to Vonne Dusted. She… queen… to… a coming and see you, the mounts 3 0 24. Cashing… tushing into the Vitäten. Sandy led his eyes dramatically. “On est, are you really helping us? Don’t mess things up.”

“You’re too slow to question my sincerity. I’m… spending what little time I have left.”

“Come on! I’m not…”

The kitchen was filled with the clatter of pots and pans, punctuated by the occasional bickering between Randy and Debra. Debra’s posture was stiff. Marion pulled away, giving her space. Debra stole a glance at him. He was dressed in simple home attire; his broad shoulders and slim waist accentuated by his casual clothes. The delicate line of his collarbone peeked out from beneath his shirt, giving him a softer appearance than his usual military-style coat.

“Looking good?” Marion suddenly asked, catching Debra off guard. She quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing.

His tone softened. “Turn around so I can show you.”

“I don’t want to look,” Debra said, embarrassed by her earlier involuntary gaze.

“Marion, get Erica out of the kitchen, or you’ll have burnt eggs and oatmeal for breakfast!” Randy shouted desperately from the kitchen.

Ataron sighed, standing up. “Coming.”

He made his way to the kitchen, and soon Erica was pushed out, her protests falling on deaf ears. Erica moved to sit next to Debra, noticing her flushed face. A knowing smile spread across Erica’s lips. “Randy is totally clueless. He should at least let you and Marion have some time alone.”

Debra shook her head helplessly. “Knock it off. I’m not thinking about that right now.”

Erica’s expression turned serious. “I know, but a woman has to plan for her future. You can’t stay a mere nominal wife forever. You should speed up the divorce.”

Debra sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s useless if I want a divorce alone. If Juan won’t agree, there’s no way.”

However, there were matters she wanted to investigate. The dream about her past life still puzzled her, and she felt a growing need to uncover the truth. Perhaps she needed to look into Juan’s dealings with the Frazier family, based on her previous life experiences.

Erica placed her hand on Debra’s, her voice filled with concern. “Now that Shelia has left him, Juan won’t agree to a divorce. Just let Marion handle this.”

Debra shook her head resolutely. “I can’t. This is between Juan and me, and I don’t want to trouble Marion anymore.”