Chapter 890

Debra’s words were laced with insinuation, implying that Melody’s trip there was driven by some late-life romantic whim. Melody, who valued her reputation above all else, turned livid. “Of course, I’m going back. If it weren’t for some business I had to attend to, I wouldn’t have come at all.”

“Mrs. Nichols Sr., take it easy. I didn’t say anything out of line,” Debra said, leaning in closer to Melody. “Don’t forget, I have evidence of you hiring someone to kill me. If you don’t want any trouble, you’d better not cross me. Otherwise, you’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars.”

Melody’s anger boiled over at Debra’s threat. She remembered all too well how Debra had used this very threat to force Juan to hand over the Nichols Group. Although the company hadn’t fallen into Debra’s hands yet, there was no telling if Juan might do so in the future.

Melody looked at Debra’s smiling face, her own smile strained. “Since you’re new here too, feel free to look around. I’m a bit tired and will go upstairs to rest.”

Melody turned to leave, defeated in her confrontation with Debra. Debra didn’t stop her as Melody went upstairs like the hostess of the Eaton family.

Chapter 990

In the guest room, Melody stared at her aged reflection in the mirror and thought of Debra’s assertive appearance. Her heart grew even heavier. She knew Debra was deliberately causing her trouble.

There was a knock at the door, and a maid entered. “Mrs. Nichols Sr., Miss Eaton has arrived unexpectedly. Mr. Eaton Sr. hopes you’re not coming downstairs for now.”

“You mean Liza?” Melody’s voice softened, though the mention of Liza left a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew Bert had feelings for her back then, but he had hidden his identity as the heir to the Eaton family, so she had chosen Wilbur Nichols, who was also from Seamar City and had a promising future. Back then, she heard that Bert had inherited the family business after returning overseas and had remained unmarried until he was forty. He was forced to marry a woman who bore him two sons and a daughter. Rumor had it that the woman looked strikingly like her. Melody felt a pang of regret.

The maid continued, “Miss Eaton is unhappy that you are here tonight. Mr. Eaton Sr. is concerned about your well-being and doesn’t want you to be upset by her.”

Melody wasn’t surprised by Liza’s displeasure. After all, Liza’s mother was merely a substitute for her. Melody insisted, “I’ll go downstairs. What can a junior like her do to me?”