"I don't have your level of curiosity," Marion replied nonchalantly.
"But shouldn't a normal husband get mad if he finds out his wife is hiding something?" Erica asked. "Why aren't you reacting at all?"
Marion repeated what he'd just said. "If she doesn't speak, I won't ask."
Randy muttered, "You're hopeless."
"Let's go upstairs. I'll change your bandages," Marion suggested, walking over to Debra.
She nodded. After all the chaos, she was feeling a bit dizzy.
Just then, Garland and Liza poked their heads out from the second floor.
Debra froze, wondering when they had come back.
"Is the commotion over already? That was quick," Garland muttered.
He had been eavesdropping on the ruckus. Not sure about the situation, he had stayed put until things quieted down.
"Everything's fine. I knew it," Liza chimed in, nonchalantly approaching Debra.
Then she noticed a bandage on Debra's forehead. "Wait a minute, how did you injure your head?"
She reached for the bandage, but Marion quickly blocked her. "She needs rest."
"Are you sending messages to Juan?" she demanded.
It wasn't the first time he had done such a thing.
Garland put his finger on his lips and whispered, "Shh! Are you trying to get me killed? You can't tell anyone I've been in contact with Juan. Or else..."
"What? You've been in contact with Juan?" someone asked.
Erica and Randy had made it upstairs at some point and were now looking at Garland with suspicion.
Garland groaned inwardly, 'God! Can someone come and save me? Juan, where are you?'
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