"Give me the car keys! Juan demanded.


    Joe froze, then reluctantly handed over the keys.


    Juan grabbed them and left the hospital. His face was pale as he hurried away. Joe followed closely behind, watching as Juan got into his car and sped off. "Sir!" Joe called out from behind.


    But Juan didn''t stop the car. Soon, it disappeared.


    Debra rested in bed at her apartment. Randy bustled in the kitchen with Erica assisting. Marion just sat on the sofa, quietly reading a newspaper.


    It was a heartwarming scene that 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 couldst forever!


    Juan arrived outside the apartment building and called her.


    But no one was answering.


    He gripped the phone so tightly that 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 going upstairs with her friends, and the one in front of him was unfamiliar.


    "Could you ask her toe pick you up? Or contact her to confirm."


    Juan narrowed his eyes and took out a business card from his pocket. It stated that he was the CEO of the Nichols Group.


    The guard was surprised, and Juan demanded, "Call her. Now."


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    The guard dialed the apartment''sndline.


    Debra was taking a rest. Erica and Randy busied themselves in the kitchen. Suddenly, thendline phone rang, catching Marion''s attention.


    In the kitchen, Erica said, "Answer the phone, Marion. Don''t let it disturb Debra''s sleep."


    Marion pressed his lips together, hesitating.


    But the ringing was too loud, so he finally answered the phone.


    "Hello? Who is this?"


    Marion''s calm voice came through, and Juan''s face turned gloomy.


    The security guard felt a prickling sensation.


    ''This is like catching adultery in the act. So exciting!"


    "Where''s Debra?"


    Marion recognized Juan''s voice. He nced at Debra sleeping on the bed and 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 nonchntly.


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


    Marion set down the newspaper he was holding, 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."