Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 511 - Bab 520

The gambling debt was just the tip of the iceberg. It seems that Ralph has been a pawn in a much larger game. The organization behind it failed to sway your father, so they targeted Ralph.""Under Ralph's leadership, our family has been on a downward spiral," Debra mused. "Was their goal to destroy us?"Looking back, the Frazier family's decline began with Ralph. His gambling debts had nearly wiped out their centuries-old fortune.The organization had orchestrated it masterfully, swallowing the Frazier family's business in just a few years. It was chilling."The evidence we have now points to Ralph bribing a driver, Jaycob Ewing, to cause a fatal crash. But with Jaycob and your parents dead, there's no concrete proof. Who would suspect a bribe that led to the driver's own death? It seems unreasonable."Marion paused and added, "Andrew's people found Jaycob's son, who had leukemia. Jaycob took the bribe because he desperately needed money for the surgery. It was a matter of life an

Marion stood outside the bathroom, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness.After Debra came out, he drove her straight to the prison, where Pedro was already waiting.Pedro led them inside. "We keep all personal items in storage. Since you're here to see Mr. Frazier's belongings, I'll have them brought out immediately."A guard approached, depositing a tray on the table. On it lay a meager collection of items: a set of clothes, a wallet, and a car key.Debra frowned. "Is this all there is?"Pedro nodded. "That's everything."Debra's brows furrowed as she touched the clothes Ralph had worn upon his arrest. Suddenly, her fingers caught on something hard. She flipped the jacket over, revealing a faint outline on the chest area.A dense seam formed a small square, almost invisible to the naked eye. She tore it open, and an old key tumbled out."Yes, this is it," Debra murmured, recalling the lock the key fit perfectly."Glad you found what you were looking for," Pedro said.

The Frazier family, with its wealth and prestige, was governed by ironclad rules.Debra knew her father was a man of principle, unyielding even for his brother. Ralph's gambling was more than a personal failing. It was a rot that could harm the entire family. And it did.Ralph's face contorted with anger, his silence a damning confession.Debra pressed on. "I'm asking you one last time. Did you kill my father?"Ralph lost his nerves and shouted, "Yes. I did it. He was so stubborn. He found out about my gambling and decided to cast me out. I'm his brother. I just needed to borrow money, but he scolded me and threw me out. That's my family too. Why was he so harsh to me?""You were gambling, and my father kicked you out according to family rules. He did nothing wrong. Look at what you've done to the Frazier family. And you killed my father for that?"Hearing the truth from Ralph's mouth was a bitter pill to swallow. For years, he had been a second father to her. Betrayal stung like

"Shh. Don't go poking your nose where it doesn't belong," said Pedro.The guard swiftly clamped a hand over his mouth.Marion heard the sound and wrapped an arm around Debra's waist. She glanced down at his hand, her eyebrows knitting together."What are you doing?""Nothing. Just make sure you don't fall."Debra brushed his hand away. "Behave yourself."Marion smiled, "Anything you say."On their way back, Debra examined the key in her hand, her fingers tracing the intricate craftsmanship. It was clearly an antique, the lock's shape rare and distinctive."Let's go to the old house. I want to check the ancestral hall.""Ralph mentioned there was nothing valuable there, or perhaps the value lies not in what's hidden but in the secret itself.""Since my father valued the ancestral hall so much when he was alive, there must be something important hidden there. Ralph might not have found it because it's not obvious."Debra recalled her visits to the ancestral hall when she was a

Marion glanced up, his eyes landing on a folding chair tucked inside a box. A smirk played on his lips. "What's with the chair?"Debra grinned, pulling out the chair and setting it down beside him. "Just a little preparation. I figured I might get tired waiting."She paused and continued, "Do your best."Marion chuckled, giving her cheek a gentle pinch. "Alright, I won't keep you waiting too long."He turned his attention to the tile beneath the column, giving it a firm tap. It crumbled, revealing the hollow space beneath.He laughed, "Looks like this place really hasn't seen repairs in a century.""Huh?" Debra leaned in, her eyes widening at the sight of the broken tile. "This tile must be worth a pretty penny.""I'll cover the damage," Marion said, already digging into the dirt bricks next to the column.His efforts unearthed a sealed redwood box, its antique appearance hinting at a history spanning a hundred years."This box is exquisite. Must be worth a fortune.""It's pr