Debbie stared at me, lost in thought.
With a smirk, I continued, âYour in-laws own two fancy restaurants and a mall.
Imagine if those eateries serve tainted food and the mall sells junk-whatâs left?â
My words hung in the air, my gaze steady on her.
âIâm curious.
If your in-laws go broke, can you keep your head above water?â
Debbieâs eyes bulged, her face drained of color, consumed by fear.
âMr.
Pierce! Please! Have mercy on us! We depend on these businesses to survive!â
She clutched her sonâs hand, urging him to kneel beside her.
Her son trembled, tears streaming down his cheeks.
I remained silent, my gaze cold as it bore into them.
Debbieâs fear was tangible.
She dreaded the thought of financial ruin.
âSir! I swear, Iâm innocent.
Iâd never hurt your fiancee! I was tempted by money.
Iâm so sorry!â
Their cries filled the room, a cacophony of anguish.
After a heavy silence, I said with a chill in my voice, âThen be honest with me.
â
Debbie lifted her tear-stained face, nodding frantically.
âYes, yes! Iâll tell you everything!â
âWho was your husband contacting lately? And who sent that message?â
Debbie faltered, uncertainty clouding her face.
Finally, she shook her head, her expression troubled.
âI honestly have no clue who my husband was in touch with, or who owns that number.
Iâve been home, taking care of my son.
I swear, Iâm in the dark!â
She sobbed, tears mingling with snot.
âI just wanted us to thrive.
I wanted a better life for my son.
I swear, thatâs the truth!â
In that moment, Debbie couldnât have lied.
She couldnât control Keenan, and she could only turn a blind eye to his affairs.
Her words seemed genuine.
I sighed heavily and rubbed my tired eyes.
âRest here with your son.
Once weâve cremated your husband, Iâll arrange for you to go home.
â
Debbie led her son to kneel before me, showering me with thanks.
With another sigh, I turned and quietly left without a backward glance at them.
Andrewâs POV:
After exiting the guest room, I noticed George trailing behind, casting me perplexed glances repeatedly.
He seemed on the verge of speaking but reconsidered each time.
Catching sight of his hesitation from the corner of my eye, I asked, âWhat is it you wish to say?â