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control him.

"Mrs. Nichols Sr..." Hester pleaded.

She couldn't believe she was being abandoned again. Despite her best efforts to care for Melody, she was still being cast aside like a used rag.

Melody offered her a kind smile. "Don't worry about it. When Debra and Juan get divorced, I'll bring you back."

Hester's heart sank at the words. Given Juan's attitude, he would never agree to a divorce. And even if he did, she would not stand a chance of becoming Mrs. Nichols.

Melody turned to Sophie. "Have the driver take Miss Vargas home and thank Mrs. Vargas for sending her daughter to care for me."

"Will do," Sophie replied.

As the driver left with Hester, she couldn't help but comment, "Miss Vargas is so clueless. She kept crying and refusing to leave, dreaming of becoming Mrs. Nichols. If you ask me, Debra is..." Melody shot Sophie a cold look, silencing her instantly.

"How's the investigation going on?"

"Miss Miles hasn't been found yet. We don't know where Mr. Nichols has hidden her."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Shelia is carrying the Nichols family's offspring. She cannot be left out there. We must bring her back, no matter what."

"Understood."

Shelia was detained in a grimy prison cell. Her inmates whispered amongst themselves, "Did you hear it? The CEO of Nichols Group got arrested."

Juan.

Stars paded at the mention he leaned over and asked

up

fan of the prosners dragged "Was wows his name? I just know it's the CRO of Nichols Group"

Don't talk to her he'll just start clay she's a rich lady again," another prisoner præered The CEO was reponety accused of attempted rape, but fan was released from the station within an hour if she were Mrs. Nichols, how could she be stuck here for days ahout being bailed out?"

Shefik Bat her lip, the reality of her situation sinking in She had been languishing in this prison for several days, and Juan hadn't made any move to secure her release. It was no wonderthese prisoners didn't take her claims seriously

Just then, the sound of intense crying echoed through the cell. A prisoner was sobbing in the corner, clutching a reg in her hand.

Having been around Juan and his luxurious lifestyle, Shelia was no stranger to valuable interno Even from a distance she could tell that the ring was not something an ordinary person could ow

She walked over and asked, "Why are you crying?"

The prisoner kanked up and instinctively backed away. Shelia's gaze fell on the ring in her hand Personal items aren't allowed here. Is this your first day?

The prisoner nodded anxiously. She was attractive but appeared mainourished and weak

Why are you here?" Shelia asked

"the prisoner faltered

Another prisoner nearby snorted and interjected, "What else could it be? Prostitution

and anger, on

anger cowering further into

Does this ning mean a lot to you?

Tt was left to me by my family"

Shelia's mind raced. Someone with a ring like that couldn't possibly be

molved in prostitution

But she didn't have time to dwell on the prisoner's story. Her mind was ormulating a plan to use the ring to her advantage. Judging by its quality. be worth several million at least. That would be more than enough to

bribe the warden and secure her release

Leaning in closer, Shelia whispered to the crying prisoner, "I'm leaving today You can give me the ring, and I'll find your family."

Really?" The prisoner's eyes lit up with hope. You really want to help me find them?"

Shelia nodded, surprised by how gullible the prisoner was.

The prisoner happily handed the ring to her and said, "I only know my dad's surname is Blair, and he lives in Seamar City. I was tricked into prostitution on my first day here. Find my dad and tell him that Kate Pena's daughter is looking for him." "Kate Pena? Is she your mother?" Shelia asked, her voice laced with feigned

concern.

The prisoner nodded, her eyes filled with sadness. "My mom has passed away. She sent me to find my dad in Seamar City. Please help me.

Shelia maintained a sincere facade, even as her heart raced with excitement. "Okay, I'll definitely help you."

As the night wore on, the hospital corridor was silent and still. Debra was asleep in a chair against the wall. In her dream, she was back on the operating table, crying out in agony.

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The frantic voice of a nurse echoed. "Doctor, the patient is in a state of severe hemorrhage. The A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken."

The familiar smell of disinfectant filled Debra's nostrils, and the harsh white ceiling lights glared down at her.