Chapter 827

“Three months is it,” Debra agreed, leading Jade and the others to leave. In three months, she would take over Juan’s company. Juan silently watched her leave. Suddenly, the sharp crack of a slap echoed in the air.

Standing before him, Melody snapped, “How could someone so foolish be part of this family? You’ve brought disgrace upon us all. Go after her and dissolve your promise. Do you hear me?” She pushed him, desperate to protect the family’s legacy that had been built over decades. But no matter how hard she pushed, Juan didn’t budge.

Finally, he grabbed her hand and said coldly, “Have you had enough?” Melody froze, shocked by his tone. He added, “I’ve spent my life following your rules. I owe this family nothing, but I owe Debra everything. Grandma, I’ll pay you back for raising me and make sure you’re comfortable for the rest of your life.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned to Sophie, who had been lingering by the door. “Pack her things and take her back to the old house.” Sophie nodded and guided Melody back into the house.

“Juan…” Shelia’s voice quivered from behind him. She wanted to embrace him for comfort, but Juan suddenly grabbed her neck. She gasped, startled, as Juan began dragging her toward the stairs.

Juan had received an elite education from a young age. Though he was typically reserved and distant with others, he always conducted himself as a gentleman towards women. Despite all the mistakes Shelia had made in the past, he had never treated her so harshly before. His expression was like stone, his gaze empty and unfeeling.

“Juan, where are you taking me?” Shelia asked, panicking as he dragged her up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

“You’ve always wanted to be Mrs. Nichols, haven’t you?” Juan asked coldly. Shelia shook her head. “No, I did it for you. I’ve always loved you. That’s why I defied Edgar and came back to you.” She sounded as sincere as she could, but Juan’s expression remained hard.

Chapter 127

“Since you want it so badly, I’ll make it official. Starting today, you’re my wife,” he said, tossing two marriage certificates onto the bed. For a fleeting moment, hope lit Shelia’s eyes, but then Juan’s next words struck like hammers. “Until you die.”

The color drained from her face. “Juan…” As he approached, she kept backing up until she tumbled onto the bed. Juan removed his jacket and began to roll up his sleeves.