Chapter 511

Marion’s brows knitted together as he spoke softly. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. No more secrets.” He cradled her face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “There’s nothing and no one more important to me than you. But there’s something I need to do.”

“Andrew told me you were investigating your parents’ deaths.”

“Not just that.”

“What else?”

“Your parents, too.”

Debra squeezed her hands and asked nervously, “Who killed my parents?”

Marion looked into her eyes, then glanced away. “What did Andrew tell you?”

“He said he didn’t know. But I didn’t believe it. The Potter family has the best intelligence network in Seamar City. There’s no way he doesn’t know who the killer is.”

“He just wanted me to be the one to tell you.”

“How thoughtful! It seems he genuinely wants to help us reconcile.”

“It seems I owe him a proper thanks.”

The pot in the kitchen began to boil over. Marion patted Debra’s head gently. “Wait in the living room. I’ll tell you everything once I’ve finished cooking.”

“I’ve already waited so long. A few more minutes won’t matter.”

“Okay.”

Marion returned to the kitchen and skillfully prepared spaghetti. Debra, propping her chin on her hand, said, “I want an egg.”

“Sure.”

“And check if there’s steak in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

Debra chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Whoever marries you must be blessed.”

“Are you praising me or yourself?”

“Me.”

Marion turned off the heat and placed a steaming bowl of spaghetti in front of Debra. “The steak was frozen. I’ve sent someone to get fresh ones. They’ll be here soon.”

“Alright, you can spill it now.”

“Wait until you’ve finished eating.”

“Why?”

Debra took a bite of spaghetti, and Marion replied seriously, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to eat once you know the truth.”

Debra set down her fork. “Do I know the killer?”

Marion fell silent, making her feel nervous.

“Who is it?”

“Ralph Frazier.”

Debra’s heart felt like it had been stabbed. She had suspected many people, but never Ralph.

Chapter 11

“Why? When did you find out?”

“Today.”

Debra’s mind reeled with the revelation. “So, Andrew found out today, too?”

Marion nodded. “Yes. Andrew couldn’t have known much earlier. And although Ralph is the one who pulled the trigger, there’s someone else behind him. We can’t figure out who that person is. With the enemy in the dark and us in the light, I can only make preparations based on guesswork.”

Debra’s voice was filled with pain and confusion. “Why did Ralph do that? Because of his gambling debts?”