Chapter 396

Hannah didn't stop Debra, and soon, a sleek black car arrived. The trainees, leaving the cafeteria, watched Debra enter the vehicle. Whispers filled the air as they exchanged speculative glances.

“I told you Debra had someone backing her,” one said. “She left so late. Clearly, someone is keeping her.”

“Can you believe Hannah covered for her? We only get to leave this place every ten days or two weeks. Debra is truly an exception.”

Inside the car, Debra immediately dialed the hospital head's number, her heart pounding with anxiety. His voice was grave when he answered. “Ms. Frazier, the situation is serious, but don't worry, his face is unharmed.”

Debra's grip tightened on her phone.

“I’m asking about the person, not the face,” she clarified.

“Michael is fine. He’s out of danger.”

Debra sensed his lack of complete honesty. She hung up and turned to Ben. “Fill me in.”

“This morning, Michael was supposed to go to the Potter Group, but there was an accident. The car’s brake line malfunctioned. It’s preliminarily determined to be sabotage.”

“And then? Did they catch the culprit?”

“They did, but…” Ben hesitated, “the criminal is a mentally unstable fan. She’s obsessed with Michael to the point of madness, and her mental state is quite problematic. It might be difficult to prosecute her.”

Debra's mind raced. “A delusional, coincidentally mentally unstable fan? Too convenient.”

She realized someone must have targeted Michael while she was away.

Just then, her phone rang. It was an unknown number. Shelia’s mocking voice filled the line. “Debra, are you satisfied with the gift I sent you?”

Debra’s pupils contracted. Shelia added, “Weren’t you so haughty before? You’ve lost everything now, and I’m going to make you lose even more.”

“Did you go after Michael?” Debra demanded, but the call ended.

Shelia was being cautious, avoiding evidence. Debra recalled a dream and clutched her phone.

In a high-end apartment across town, Shelia lounged on the sofa, draped in a sexy black nightgown. Her face was filled with smug satisfaction.

Edgar entered the living room, his eyes briefly registering disapproval of Shelia's attire.

Shelia’s face lit up when she saw him. She threw herself into his arms, affecting a shy demeanor. “You’re back. I’ve got some wine for you. Do you want some?”

Edgar glanced at her, a touch of tenderness in his eyes, but his voice remained cold. “The doctor said pregnant women can’t drink. It’s time for bed.”

Shelia pouted, her voice petulant. “But I want to drink with you.”

She shook his arm, but he remained firm. “It’s late. Go to bed.”

She felt a pang of unhappiness. Lately, Edgar had been obedient, but he refused to touch her.

Feeling wronged, she said, “Are you repulsed by me being pregnant with someone else’s child? I can get rid of it for you.”

Edgar’s eyes flashed with disgust, but he held back. “Don’t talk like that. Your child is mine too. I’ll take good care of him. Don’t overthink it.”