“A-Aunt Debbie." Seeing her, Megan looked frightened. She grabbed the covers nervously and moved to the corner of the bed.

Debbie sneered. ‘She makes it look Like I am about to kill her. Bravo,

Megan! They owe you an Oscar for this act.'

She did want to kill her, but Debbie knew better than to spend the rest of her life in prison just for a lesser, evil bitch Like Megan.

Damon noticed how scared Megan was. He stood between Megan and Debbie, glaring at the Latter with hostile eyes.

Debbie Laughed. She ignored him and asked Megan, “Didn't you want me to come and apologize? Now that I'm here, why are you hiding from me, huh?

What is this, Damon?"

Damon had hardly ever been serious, but at that moment, he gritted his teeth and asked, "You don't sound like you are here to apologize."

Debbie snorted, "When did I say I came here to apologize?" ‘Me apologize to Megan? That's not gonna happen even in my next Life!‘

"Then why is she here?" Damon asked Carlos and Wesley, who were standing behind her.

Debbie walked around Damon and tried to reach the other side of the bed, but Wesley strode ahead of her and stood in front of Megan.

The two men were blocking Debbie's path on either side as if she were some kind of beast.

Their fear was hilarious to watch. Turning to Carlos, who was standing nearby quietly, she asked, “Honey, are you going to jump over here to protect her if I make another move?" She pointed to the other end of the bed.

“Move away, you two!" said Carlos, giving Damon and Wesley a cold glance.

Damon looked at him in disbelief.

“How can we? Do you see how arrogant she is? What if she hurts Megan again? Don't forget that she knows martial arts."

“Damon, you flatter me. Don't forget that Wesley and my husband used to serve in the special force." They could easily throw her out of the room if they wished to.

Wesley figured that he might have overreacted a bit, so he stepped aside a little.

Debbie finally came to the bedside. Megan clutched at the covers tightly. She watched a stone-faced Debbie approaching her bed, and her eyes widened with fear.

“Are you so frightened of me? It's very unlike you. I still remember how complacent you sounded when you called me that day. What happened to that side of you?" Debbie wanted to throw her to the floor and step on her lying mouth.

Megan shook her head. Even before Debbie could see how she did it, tears streamed out of her eyes magically.

“Aunt Debbie, I don't know what you are talking about. You have already pushed me into the river.

Wasn't that enough for you? Why are you still trying to frame me for something I didn't do?" Slowly, Megan removed the covers to reveal her tearful face.

“I saw how angry Uncle Carlos was and I felt bad. I didn't want you two to fight over me. You fell into the river because you were bad at driving. How could you take it out on me by pushing me into the river too? I know that you don't like me, but what you did was vicious."

The next second, regardless of the needle in her hand, Megan pushed the covers away and knelt on the bed.