"To achieve my goals, I''ll use anyone as a tool," Juan replied indifferently. "If there''s nothing else, I''m hanging up."


    The man on the other end probed, "If I asked you to kill Debra one day, would you do it?"


    Juan scoffed, "A woman who no longer belongs to me? I''d show no mercy."


    "Good. Mark your words," said the man before ending the call.


    Juan stared at the screen and saw a dozen missed calls from Gand. He muttered to himself, "Debra, stay strong. Don''t let this break you."


    ...


    At the Potter Mansion, Gand paced like a cat on a hot tin roof. "What the hell''s going on? Answer the damn phone."


    He tried calling Juan again, only to find himself blocked.


    "Screw this. I''m done trusting you!" He hurled his phone across the room. "Lying snake."


    Liza pushed the door open just as the device ttered against the wall. "What''s wrong?"


    Gandposed himself and replied, "Just frustrated about the mess. Don''t worry. I''ll fix it."


    "This isn''t your fault," Liza reassured him. "You were just trying to help. Don''t take


    it too hard. Besides, Debra always finds a way out."


    Gand took a deep breath. "Alright. I''ll cool off."


    "That''s the spirit," Liza grinned. "How about I call Dad? He''d help if I asked."


    "Help? He''d drag us home first."


    "But..."


    "Alright." He nudged her out. "Leave


    me


    to think about it. I''ll


    i a n."


    up a to


    "Gand..."


    The door mmed in her face.


    Downstairs, Debra decided to hold press she


    conference. Before leaving e


    to Andrew''s room


    hesitated at the door.


    When Barton opened the door, he blinked in surprise.


    "Mrs. Houston?"


    "Is Andrew awake?"


    "He''s conscious but weak. Please,e in."


    He stepped aside to let her in.


    Andrew was lying in bed. His face


    Andrew Whis eyes held a smile.


    was pale, but


    swhovel


    "The house has been lively."


    "Sorry for disturbing you."


    "It''s alright."