From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

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The gates of the Frazier family estate burst open, and a group of black- clad bodyguards stormed in.

Ralph and Rosalie, who had just arrived home, recoiled in fear.

“What’s going on?” Rosalie trembled, hiding behind Palph.

“Where are the security guards? Get them!” Ralph tried to remain composed, but he saw the security team being escorted in by the intruders.

His face turned pale with shock.

“Who are you people? What do you want?” he demanded.

Marion walked in through the gates. Ralph nervously swallowed, Marion?”

Marion strolled in casually and took a seat.

“What are you up to?” Ralph asked, his voice strained. “We have never offended you.”

Marion nodded, smiling. “Mr. Frazier, you haven’t offended me.”

“Then why invade my home like this?” Ralph’s voice rose in frustration.

“You haven’t offended me, but your son has,” Marion replied.

“Stanley? How has he offended you?” Ralph looked bewildered.

Marion gestured, and someone brought over a laptop. On it played footage from the surveillance. It displayed Stanley sneaking into the garage late at night, tampering with Debra’s car brakes, and leaving discreetly.

Ralph’s expression darkened, and Rosalie turned pale. “This can’t be

true! How is this possible?”

Ralph trembled with anger. “Where’s Stanley? Bring that brat to me!”

His voice awoke Stanley, who was in his room on the second floor. He came downstairs and complained, “Can’t I even sleep?”

Before Stanley could finish his sentence, he noticed the group of intruders. His expression turned grim,

“Dad!” Stanley stepped back.

Marion’s men grabbed his arms and dragged him over.

Struggling, Stanley protested, “What are you doing? Let me go!”

He was pinned down, and Rosalie hurried forward, embracing him. Don’t hurt my son!”

“Who are you people? What are you doing in my house?” Despite his fear, Stanley showed a brave front. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Marion, sitting with his legs crossed, looked coldly at him.

Ralph grabbed his arm and questioned him, “Did you cause Debra’s accident?”

“I…” Stanley stuttered, trying to maintain composure. “It has nothing to do with me. You can’t accuse me without evidence.”

“Watch this yourself!” Ralph pointed to the laptop, which replayed Stanley’s suspicious activities in the garage.

Stanley paled. “How is this possible? I erased the surveillance footage.”

Ralph slapped him across the face. Rosalie gasped, “Ralph! How could you hit our son because of an outsider? Is this what you do as a father?”

“Shut up! It’s your fault to raise a murderer!” Ralph trembled with rage. Luckily, Debra is fine. Otherwise, I’ll end this bastard’s life.”