Chapter 1699

Debra frowned. "Didn't Mr. Osborne ever get a doctor for her?"

"He did," the maid sighed. "But the doctor said it's just a matter of managing it with medicine. No guarantees that she'd get better or not. It's been over ten years now, and the chance of recovery is slim."

Debra went quiet for a moment.

From what she'd seen of Yvette's behavior earlier, Debra couldn't shake the feeling that her mental state was tied to when Andrew lost his legs years ago.

Marion grabbed her hand and said softly, "Stop overthinking it. We've got bigger fish to fry today."

Debra turned back to the maid. "Oh, right. Were you here the night before last when Randy and Erica came back?"

"I was," the maid replied excitedly. "He brought her back to talk about marriage stuff. Too bad his father wasn't home that day. Otherwise, it'd have been a done deal right."

Debra shifted gears. "But it seems like your master isn't too keen on Erica. Your lady, though, likes her. If he doesn't agree, I'm afraid she can't marry Randy."

The maid shrugged. "Well, our master doesn't meddle much in Mr. Randy Osborne's business, especially not his marriage. But our lady adores Erica. She even gave her the family heirloom. It's pretty much set in stone." "Really?" Debra smacked her forehead. "Man, I'm such an idiot, asking dumb questions."

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"Yeah, Erica's like my big sister," Debra said with a smile. "I just want her to be happy. By the way, which room did she stay in that night? She mentioned she left something behind and asked me to grab it for her."

"It's upstairs on the second floor," the maid replied. "First room on the right. I can go look for it."

"No need," Debra cut in. "It's personal stuff. I'd rather get it myself."

She stood up from the couch. "You guys wait here. I'll be quick."

"Alright." Marion nodded.

As the maid started to lead Debra upstairs, Jordan spoke up. "It's been ages since I've been here. Where's the bathroom? Mind showing me?"

"Of course," the maid said, taking Jordan to the first-floor bathroom.

Marion scanned the living room. No cameras were in sight.

He got up and started searching the first floor for any sign. Meanwhile, Debra opened the guest room door. It was spotless, with no trace of anyone staying there.

Just as she was about to dig deeper, another maid's voice came from outside. "Mrs. Houston?"