Chapter 138

“Give me the car keys!” Juan demanded. Joe froze, then reluctantly handed over the keys. Juan grabbed them and left the hospital, his face pale as he hurried away. Joe followed closely behind, watching as Juan got into his car and sped off. “Sir!” Joe called out. But Juan didn’t stop. Soon, the car disappeared.

Debra rested in bed at her apartment. Randy bustled in the kitchen, assisted by Erica. Marion sat on the sofa, quietly reading a newspaper. It was a heartwarming scene Debra cherished. After her parents’ untimely deaths, she had been living with Ralph’s family. Everyone was guarded, and she hadn’t felt this kind of familial warmth in a long time. How she wished it could last forever!

Juan arrived outside the apartment building and called her, but no one answered. He gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. He got out of the car and headed towards the security office.

“Sir, who are you looking for?” asked the guard.

“Debra Frazier.”

“Are you a friend of the homeowner?”

“I’m her husband!” Juan replied with restrained anger.

The guard was skeptical. He had just seen Debra go upstairs with her friends, and the man before him was unfamiliar.

“Could you ask her to come down? Or contact her to confirm?”

Juan narrowed his eyes and produced a business card. It stated he was the CEO of the Nichols Group. The guard was surprised. Juan demanded, “Call her. Now.”

“Okay!”

The guard dialed the apartment’s landline. Debra was resting; Erica and Randy were in the kitchen. Suddenly, the phone rang, catching Marion’s attention.

In the kitchen, Erica said, “Answer the phone, Marion. Don’t disturb Debra’s sleep.”

Marion hesitated, pressing his lips together. But the ringing was too loud, so he answered.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Marion’s calm voice made Juan’s face darken. The security guard felt a thrill. “This is like catching adultery in the act! So exciting!”

“Where’s Debra?”

Marion recognized Juan’s voice. Glancing at Debra sleeping on the bed, he smirked, “She’s sleeping.”

Veins bulged on Juan’s forehead. “Let her answer the phone!”

“I don’t think she wants to hear your voice,” Marion said nonchalantly.

“Debra is my wife! Our affairs are none of your business!” Juan snapped through gritted teeth.

Marion set down his newspaper, fiddled with his lighter, and said indifferently, “It’s just a marriage of convenience. I’ll take care of everything for the woman I like.”