The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1735

Debbie stared at me, lost in thought.

With a smirk, I continued, “Your in-laws own two fancy restaurants and a mall.

Imagine if those eateries serve tainted food and the mall sells junk-what’s left?”

My words hung in the air, my gaze steady on her.

“I’m curious.

If your in-laws go broke, can you keep your head above water?”

Debbie’s eyes bulged, her face drained of color, consumed by fear.

“Mr.

Pierce! Please! Have mercy on us! We depend on these businesses to survive!”

She clutched her son’s 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.

Debbie’s fear was tangible.

She dreaded the thought of financial ruin.

“Sir! I swear, I’m innocent.

I’d never hurt your fiancee! I was tempted by money.

I’m so sorry!”

Their cries filled the room, a cacophony of anguish.

After a heavy silence, I said with a chill in my voice, “Then be honest with me.

”

Debbie lifted her tear-stained face, nodding frantically.

“Yes, yes! I’ll tell you everything!”

“Who was your husband contacting lately? And who sent that message?”

Debbie faltered, uncertainty clouding her face.

Finally, she shook her head, her expression troubled.

“I honestly have no clue who my husband was in touch with, or who owns that number.

I’ve been home, taking care of my son.

I swear, I’m in the dark!”

She sobbed, tears mingling with snot.

“I just wanted us to thrive.

I wanted a better life for my son.

I swear, that’s the truth!”

In that moment, Debbie couldn’t have lied.

She couldn’t 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.

“Rest here with your son.

Once we’ve cremated your husband, I’ll arrange for you to go home.

”

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.

Andrew’s 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, “What is it you wish to say?”