Chapter 464

“Yes.” Joe swiftly turned the car around. Meanwhile, the assembled guests buzzed with excitement over the evening’s events. Melody seized the opportunity to incite public anger.

“Everyone in Seamar City knows how Debra used to fawn over Juan. Now they’re divorcing,” she stated, “and she doesn’t want to lose her title. So, she pushed Shelia down the stairs. It’s simply despicable.” The crowd murmured in agreement.

“I heard Debra was pursuing Mr. Nichols. She could have pushed Shelia out of jealousy.”

“I think I saw Debra push Shelia. That was brutal!”

“Who would risk her child’s life? I bet it was Debra.”

“Debra is broke, and now she’s killed Mr. Nichols’ child. Both families won’t let her get away with this. She’s done for.”

The murmurs continued, the atmosphere thick with tension and speculation. Suddenly, Edgar’s phone rang. After a brief call, he hung up and spoke in a grave tone, “The child is gone.”

Melody stumbled back, clutching her chest as if about to faint. Declan was speechless.

“Debra, you’re a murderer!”

Under the weight of the accusations, Pedro approached Debra and asked, “Ms. Frazier, do you have any evidence to prove you didn’t do it?”

Melody angrily interjected, “Mr. Hardy, what do you mean by that? Are you protecting Debra?”

Declan echoed her words. “My daughter lost her child because of Debra. So many witnesses saw it. Are you implying my daughter is falsely accusing Debra?”

Pedro, bracing himself against the barrage of accusations, replied, “That’s not what I meant. We need to investigate this thoroughly. We can’t accuse an innocent person. If this is a misunderstanding…”

Melody cut him off. “Misunderstanding? Debra killed my great-grandson. What misunderstanding could there be? You must catch the killer and bring her to justice. Otherwise, I will make sure your police station will not have a moment’s peace.”

Debra, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. “Melody, why are you so eager to convict me? I never said I didn’t have evidence.”

Edgar furrowed his brow, and Melody sneered, “What evidence could you possibly have?”

Debra replied meaningfully, “Since Melody made such a fuss about inviting me here, I naturally prepared myself.”

Melody was puzzled. “What are you trying to say?”

Debra produced a small voice recorder and pressed play. The recording played:

“Debra…”

“I expected to see Juan. Miss Blair, why did you call me here in his name? What is it you want to discuss?”

“Debra, I know you’re upset about this. I called you here to tell you…”

“I wanted to tell you to die.”

The final line echoed through the room, sending a chill down the spines of the assembled guests.