“Go handle it. I want to see the results tomorrow.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Juan headed upstairs. Pedro, who had been anxiously waiting in the study room, hurried up. “I’m sorry about what happened to Miss ir’s baby.”


    Juan cut him off. “I don’t want today’s events to get out. You should understand that.”


    Pedro nodded repeatedly. “Family troubles shouldn’t be aired out. I get it.”


    Juan added, “I want you to arrest Shelia tomorrow.”Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    About to agree, Pedro paused and then looked up in confusion. “What?”


    He thought he had misheard.


    “Mr. Nichols, technically speaking, causing a miscarriage intentionally isn’t a criminal act. If we’re to arrest someone, there’s no solid reason. Plus, you mentioned not wanting today’s events to be known. If we arrest her, it will cause a stir.”


    Juan’s gaze was unyielding. “She caused a scene at my ce today, framing Debra. You just need to make a big show of arresting her. Don’t worry about the rest. You can even release her on the same day.” Pedro hesitated, his mind racing toprehend Juan’s intentions. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. “Got it. I’ll send someone to the hospital tomorrow to bring Miss ir to the station for routine questioning. If Miss ir identally miscarried, no one else would be involved. But if someone else caused it…”


    Pedro thought he had figured out Juan’s n, assuming that Juan wanted to shift the me onto Debra. If Debra had caused the miscarriage rather than Shelia falling by herself, Debra would face charges of intentional harm.


    Before Pedro could finish his thought, Juan grabbed him by the cor. “I told you to arrest Shelia, not to frame Debra. If Debra gets even a bit involved, you know the consequences.”


    Juan shoved Pedro away, his expression dark and menacing. Terrified, Pedro quickly backpedaled. “I was just specting and misunderstood your intention. I’ll go back and have Jade arrested first thing. tomorrow.”


    Pedro scurried away, and Juan’s expression returned to its usual indifference.


    Joe, standing outside the door, whispered, “Sir, Miss Miles wants you to visit her at the hospital.”


    Juan’s response was immediate and dismissive. “I’m not going.”


    As the words left his mouth, his thoughts drifted back to his earlier conversation with Debra.


    “That’s your woman. She lost your child. Shouldn’t you go see her?”


    “Juan, will you really watch the woman carrying your child die on the operating table?”


    Juan’s brow furrowed deeply as he pondered the meaning behind Debra’s remarks.