Chapter 588

As soon as Debra stepped into the Nichols family's house, she heard the sharp sound of shattering glass. A teacup smashed near her feet, shards scattering across the floor.

Glancing up, Debra saw Melody seated on the couch, her face cold with displeasure. Across from her stood Juan, ramrod straight in a sleek black suit, his expression stoic as he endured her scolding.

Melody sneered, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Juan, I know you’re busy with work, but you should also spare a thought for your home. Tell me, how many days has it been since you’ve seen your wife? She’s moved out, and you don’t even seem to care. If you’re not careful, one day you’ll wake up to find she’s run off with someone.”

Debra frowned at the cutting remarks. Calmly, she stepped further into the room, offering Melody a polite smile. “Grandma, what’s gotten you so upset? What happened?”

Melody shot her a sideways glance. “I wouldn’t dare let you call me ‘Grandma.’ Let’s stick to ‘Mrs. Nichols Sr.,’ just like before.”

Debra ignored the taunt, her gaze shifting toward Juan. “Juan, what’s got Grandma so angry? Did you do something to upset her?”

Juan glanced at her, a look that clearly said, “It’s about you.”

Debra pretended not to understand. She turned back to Melody, her smile unwavering. “Grandma, there’s no need to be angry. Even though Juan and I live separately now, our relationship is as strong as ever. Juan would never be unfaithful.”

She wrapped her arm around Juan’s, a display of affection that irritated Melody even more.

She no longer bothered hiding her distaste. Rising from her seat, she pointed an accusing finger at Debra. “How dare you stand there and play the loving wife in front of me? Juan treats you so well, and what do you do? You found yourself some pretty boy behind his back.”

Debra blinked innocently. “Grandma, you can’t just accuse me like that without any evidence, especially in front of Juan.”

“You want evidence? Fine. I’ll show you the evidence,” Melody snorted, pulling out a stack of photographs from her handbag.

As the photos fluttered to the floor, a flicker of emotion crossed Juan’s face.

Melody jabbed a finger toward the pictures. “Look at them, Debra. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Debra looked down and smiled. “So, this is what you’re upset about? It’s all just a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?” Melody’s voice grew louder. “You have the nerve to say that. Now, tell me who this pretty boy is.”

Debra held the photos. “Did you send someone to follow me?”

Melody stiffened. “If I hadn’t, how else would I have found out about your dirty secret?”

“I understand you don’t like that Juan and I have reconciled. You’ve been looking for something to prove I’ve been unfaithful so that I get nothing in the divorce settlement, right?” Debra asked.

Melody’s face flushed with embarrassment, but she didn’t back down. “If you did something wrong, losing out in the divorce is your own fault.”