Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Debra glanced down at her hand, a wry smile playing on her lips.

She had anticipated that Shelia might have some tricks up her sleeve, but she hadn't expected such a brazen and underhanded method.

As Melody arrived on the scene, her eyes widened in horror at the sight of Shelia lying in a pool of blood. She clutched her chest, her face paling as she nearly collapsed. "My great-grandson... Debra, you murderer! How could you be so vicious, even towards a pregnant woman?"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Debra stood her ground, her expression calm. Ben rushed to her side anxiously.

"Madam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Debra reassured him.

She glanced at Shelia and then Edgar. Edgar was comforting Declan, and a realization dawned on her. Edgar was likely involved in this scheme.

Leah and Jack arrived to witness the aftermath. Leah gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She couldn't believe Debra would resort to such violence.

Melody called the police. When the ambulance arrived, a police car followed close behind.

Pedro, the police chief, stepped out of the car, his presence indicating the seriousness of the situation.

"What happened?" he asked.

Regardless of her image, Melody pointed an accusatory finger at Debra, who was descending the stairs from the second floor. "It's her. She killed my great-grandson."

Pedro looked at Debra with mixed feelings. He seemed to be wondering why he always ended up dealing with such troublesome cases involving her. Approaching Debra, he asked, "Ms. Frazier, please explain what happened. Does the incident with Miss Blair have anything to do with you?"

Debra met his gaze, her voice calm and collected. "She threw herself at

me and fell down the stairs on ber ownd had nothing to do with it."

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Melody lashed out, "You're lying through your teeth. So many people saw it. You pushed Shelia down the stairs. You're jealous that she was going to take your place as Mrs. Nichols. How can you even say she felt by herself? Aren't you ashamed?"

"You will answer for this situation. Otherwise, I will use all my connections to make sure you end up behind bars for life," Declan snarled.

He had just witnessed his daughter fall and lie in a pool of blood. Afraid he'd do anything irrational, Ben quickly intervened.

"Mr. Blair, please calm down. Ms. Frazier is explaining the facts."

"The facts? Are you saying Jade rolled down the stairs by herself? Does she have a death wish?"

Pedro, caught in the middle of the chaos, was growing increasingly frustrated.

Sophie, sensing that something was off, discreetly called Juan from a corner of the room. Juan, sitting in his car, hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hello?"

"Sir, please come back quickly. Mrs. Nichols is in trouble."

Juan tightened his grip on the phone and asked subconsciously, "What happened?"

"Miss Miles fell from the stairs. The baby is likely lost. It was Mrs. Nichols who pushed her down."

Juan immediately hung up the phone and instructed Joe, "Back to the old house."

"But..."

"Now!"