Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

In the bedroom, Debra stared out the window. Without her noticing, an hour had passed.

Marion saw her sitting there in a daze from the door and went over to hug her from behind.

He murmured, "Thinking about Juan?"

Debra snapped out of her thoughts and poked his head. "No. I'm thinking about

the mastermind behind all this."

"Isn't it Juan?" Marion muttered, his tone tinged with jealousy.

"I'm analyzing the situation here," Debra said, leaning back into his arms. "Personal feelings aside, do you think this mastermind is someone we know?"

"I'm not sure," Marion replied.

"They know all of us inside out. They've never slipped up. Even the people working for them have never seen their faces," Debra continued to analyze.

"Thinking too much won't help," Marion said, holding her tighter. "One thing's for sure. I won't let them hurt you."

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion downstairs.

"I saw Ivan enter Debra's room. And during the day, he was nowhere to be seen. He's a traitor."

"No, it wasn't me."

"It was you. Admit it."

Debra and Marion exchanged a glance and headed out together.

There Garland was arguing with Ivan. Some items had been knocked off the table.

From the second floor, Debra asked, "What's going on here?"

"It's him. He orchestrated that attack," Garland replied, pointing at Ivan. "Last night, I saw him sneak into

your room. And Drake was injured this morning. He wasn't at home at that time. He's a traitor."

Ivan calmly looked up. "Mrs. Houston, it wasn't me."

"And you think saying so makes it true? Where's your proof? I saw you sneak out this morning. Clear as the day."

Liza, munching on chips, chimed in, "Why did you pay so much attention to a housekeeper?"

"Because he's suspicious. Look at that dishonest face. He could have enjoyed a comfortable life at home, yet he came here to be a

housekeeper. He's definitely up to something," Garland said firmly.

Now everyone's eyes were on Ivan.

Randy was puzzled. "Didn't we test him and confirm his loyalty?"

Erica shook her head. "We never know someone's heart. If what Mr. Eaton says is

true, Ivan has been fooling us all along."

Ivan stood alone, facing everyone's accusations.

Drake, disturbed by the racket, stepped out of his room. Upon hearing that, he pulled out a

from his pocket and came down thenoveldrama

stairs. on

His face was pale, but his aura remained strong. "It's simple. One stab will tell us the answer."

"Wait!" Randy hurried over to stop him. "No bloodshed here."

The loud commotion reached the study, and Barton asked tentatively, "Sir, should we go and intervene?"

Andrew was playing chess alone. He replied indifferently, "Let them handle it."