"Half a million a month. You wouldn''t even need to leave the house, and that should be enough." "I don''t think so."


    Debra rested her chin in her hand, gazing at Juan with a tender expression


    "Juan gives me a million every month and allows me to work."


    "What?"


    Melody shot a stem look at Juan. Her tone turned serious as she asked, "Juan, is this true?"


    Juan knew Debra was saying this on purpose, but he calmly replied, "Debra can do whatever she likes. Grandma, you don''t need to worry about it."


    "How can I not worry? At my age, I expect to see the next generation being born. You''re Juan. How could you keep such things from me?" Melody sulked.


    Debra chimed in, "Don''t be upset, grandma. This is a private matter between us as a couple. Juan and I have already signed an agreement. We agreed that after remarrying, we''d be child-free." Juan choked on his soup, while Melody was stunned.


    "Child-free? Juan, how could you agree to such a thing?"


    Debra contentedly continued her meal while enjoying the shock ying out Melody''s face.


    Juan rubbed his temples, sighing.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "Grandma, please, just eat your meal."


    ""How can I eat at a time like this?"


    Melody''s fa?ade of calm crumbled. She shot Debra a fierce look before turning away, aided by Sophie as she left the dining room.


    Now, it was just Debra and Juan left alone in the spacious room.


    Debra''s expression shifted back to its usual coldness. She set down her fork and knife.


    "I''m full."


    She stood up to leave, but Juan caught her wrist.


    "Come with me."


    Juan got up, grabbed his car keys, and led Debra out.


    In the car, the air between them was thick with silence.


    "I don''t n on letting Grandma find out about our divorce. I need you to keep that quiet, and well, she''s getting older."


    "I understand perfectly well what you''re trying to say. As long as she doesn''te after me, I won''t make trouble for her."


    "Alright."


    Juan parked the car in front of the Nichols family''s ancestral home.


    Debra nced at the house.


    "Why''d you bring me here?"


    "On the day of our wedding, you were supposed toe here and pay respects to my parents."


    "I see."


    Debra averted her gaze. In her past life, Juan hadn''t even acknowledged her as his wife, so this tradition had been skipped on their wedding day.


    Juan led her into the house, whose long history was difficult to trace. It had been rebuilt so many times that no one could really say how long the Nichols family had lived there. Debra couldn''t help but think of the rumors surrounding the Four Great Families.


    Unfortunately, the Nichols family had only risen to power halfway through and probably had nothing to do with those influential ns.


    As these thoughts ran through her mind, Juan led her up to the top floor, stopping in front of a room.


    Inside the room, there were photos of Juan''s parents and grandfather.


    Debra felt a wave of confusion. "Are those your parents and grandpa?"