Chapter 1620: Chapter 1720

Many bodyguards maintained order.

Without them, the woman might have lunged at me, intent on pulling my hair out.

Confusion clouded my mind-I didn’t recognize this woman at all.

“Who are these two?” I asked one of the bodyguards.

The bodyguard’s expression was unreadable as he responded, “That’s Keenan’s wife, Debbie Olson, and their son.

”

Another bodyguard, his brow furrowed in concern, added, “I’m not sure why, but they headed straight here upon arriving, accusing you of murdering Keenan.

They’ve been calling for your head the whole way.

”

Armed with this information, I faced Debbie, observing her with a critical eye.

Her shouts filled the air, her voice shrill and grating.

She attempted to charge at me multiple times but was consistently held back by the bodyguards.

I bit my lip, skeptical.

“Are you certain they’re Keenan’s family?”

They seemed more like hired actors than grieving family.

It struck me as odd-shouldn’t a widow be more concerned with verifying her husband’s death first?

The bodyguard assured me, “Yes, they are definitely Keenan’s wife and son.

There’s no doubt about it.

”

I nodded slowly, though my suspicions lingered.

Debbie continued her tirade, appearing more deranged than dignified.

As I evaluated her, she noticed my focus was on the conversation with the bodyguards rather than her and her son’s accusations.

She pointed at me and screamed.

“Look at her! This woman just killed my husband, and now she’s flirting with the bodyguards!”

Tears streaming down her face, she slapped her thigh and cried out, “Andrew is so blind to be engaged to such a monster! She’ll be the downfall of our entire clan!”

Debra’s POV:

As I observed Debbie’s demeanor, my bewilderment only intensified.

Debbie’s presence was deliberate, aimed at causing trouble rather than seeking justice for her deceased husband.

Meeting Debbie’s gaze icily, I offered a faint smile and remarked, “Your husband has passed away.

Shouldn’t you be arranging his burial instead of concerning yourself with Andrew’s marriage and the future of the witch clan?”

With a sneer laden with sarcasm, I added, “To the uninformed, one might mistake you for the head of the witch clan.

”

My pointed remarks caused the surrounding bystanders to take notice, scrutinizing Debbie more attentively.

“If news of your husband’s demise has reached you, it’s imperative to verify its authenticity before reacting.

At the very least, a visit to confirm his passing seems appropriate.

”

“Indeed, her behavior is really abnormal.

”