âCould this all be intentional on her part?â
Debbie and I listened to the discussions consecutively.
I lifted the corners of my mouth, yet the smile on my face remained chilly.
My frigid gaze remained fixed on her.
Under my scrutiny, Debbie appeared slightly guilty and quickly averted her eyes.
However, she persisted.
After a brief pause, she lamented, âMy husband died so miserably! He lost his life for the sake of an adulterous woman!â
Feeling unsatisfied with her words, she then collapsed to the floor, wailing, âOur family is cursed! It was this woman who caused my husbandâs death and destroyed our family!â
âEnough!â A commanding voice came.
Andrew approached briskly, declaring, âKeenanâs body has been taken to the crematorium.
As his family, you should be by his side!â
With that, a servant moved to assist Debbie, attempting to escort her away forcibly.
âRelease me! Let me go!â
Debbie struggled hard.
At that moment, her previously silent son sprang into action, swiftly coming to her aid.
Together, they deftly escaped the grasp of the servants.
Clap!
Suddenly, a resounding clap echoed through the room.
Debbieâs hand delivered a forceful blow to the nearby servant.
The servant staggered, his head recoiling from the impact before crashing to the floor with a heavy thud, evidence of Debbieâs full exertion.
âI refuse to depart!â
Debbieâs eyes widened with intensity, her visage contorted in determination.
âI will not leave until Iâve exposed every sordid detail about this woman! I cannot depart in this manner, not for the sake of my husband!â
Andrewâs eyes narrowed, his once warm eyes now turned icy and resolute, a telltale sign of his mounting anger.
This manor belonged to him, granting him ample authority to handle
Debbie as he saw fit.
However, I was reluctant to let the matter be resolved so easily, nor did I wish to be unjustly labeled a murderer.
Thus, as Andrew prepared to speak, I subtly shook my head, silently urging him to exercise patience.
Uncertain of my intentions, Andrew furrowed his brow but refrained from interjecting.
Directing my attention to Debbie, I addressed her with a detached air, inquiring, âWhat accusations do you intend to levy against me?â
In a serene posture, I inquired, âWith both Keenan and a waiter meeting their demise in the room, what implicates me in this scenario? I am curious to know the evidence you possess.
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