Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 588

As soon as Debra stepped into the Nichols family's house, she heard the sharp sound of something shattering. A teacup smashed right by her feet, sending shards skidding across the floor.

Glancing up, Debra saw Melody seated on the couch, her face cold with discontent. Across from her stood Juan, straight-backed in a sleek black suit. His expression was stoic as he endured the scolding.

Melody sneered, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Juan, I know you're busy with work, but you should also spare a thought for your home. Tell me, how many days has it been since you've seen your wife? She's moved out, and you don't even seem to care. If you're not careful, one day you'll wake up to find she's run off with someone."

Debra sneered at the cutting remarks. Calmly, she stepped further into the room, offering Melody a polite smile. "Grandma, what's gotten you so upset? What happened?"

Melody shot her a sideways glance. "I wouldn't dare let you call me 'Grandma'. Let's stick to 'Mrs. Nichols Sr., just like before."

Debra ignored the taunt, her gaze shifting toward Juan. "Juan, what's got Grandma so angry? Did you do something to upset her?"

Juan glanced up at her, a look that said, "It's about you."

turned back to Melody, her smile unwavering. "Grandma, there's no need to be angry. Even though Juan and I live separately now, our relationship is

her arm around Juan's, as if to show how affectionate they were,

even more.

Rising from her seat, she pointed an accusing finger at Debra. "How dare you stand there and play the loving wife in front

innocently, "Grandma, you can't just accuse me like that without any evidence, especially

front of Juan.'

evidence? Fine. I'll show you the evidence," Melody snorted, pulling out a stack of photographs from her

the floor, Juan's gaze flickered

finger toward the pictures. "Look at

"So, this is what you're

Melody's voice grew louder. "You have the nerve to say that. Now, tell me who this pretty boy

photos in her hands. "Did you send someone to follow

hadn't, how else would I have found out about your