EXCLUSIVE: Coronation Street’s Debbie Webster makes HEARTBREAKING PREDICTION Amid Battle Against Dementia

Coronation Street favourite Debbie Webster made a tearful prediction about the future at the end of Monday’s episode. The hotel owner, who was diagnosed with vascular dementia earlier this year, had started to unravel the truth regarding her brother Carl and his sister-in-law Abi Webster towards the end of last week.
Fans of the long-running show will know that earlier in the week, Abi (Sally Carman) split up with her husband Kevin (Michael Le Vell) after four years of marriage, but did not disclose that’s because she’s having an affair with his brother Carl (Jonathan Howard). Kevin was very suspicious to begin with, and initially shared his concerns with sister Debbie (Sue Devaney), but she refused to believe him.

However, things began to unfold in the latest instalment of the Manchester-based soap. Abi and Debbie (Sue Devaney) were in The Kabin being served by Rita Tanner (Barbara Knox) when the mechanic dropped a hotel key card out of her pocket.
Already suspicious after catching Abi in Carl’s hotel room last week, Debbie began to smell a rat once more. Round at the garage, Abi fumbled some excuse about how she had stayed at the hotel at some point but had forgotten to return the key card, which Debbie did not believe at all.
At this point, Carl cruelly pointed out Debbie’s condition could be ‘confusing’ her but she would not have it.
Later on, Debbie was having lunch at the Rovers with her fiancé Ronnie Bailey (Vinta Morgan) when Ryan Connor (Ryan Prescott) called to say that a guest thought they had been robbed – but the CCTV on that floor was not working. Debbie raced round to the Chariot Square Hotel to sort things out, and Carl, fresh from his latest hookup with James Bailey (Jason Callender), was soon banging on his door demanding answers.
She fumed: “I must have just missed her then! I caught her on CCTV earlier. Did you tamper with one of the cameras on this floor?”
Carl denied this, but Debbie shot back: “Yes you did! Well, I saw her. On another one. And I know she came to this room!”

Carl protested that he and Abi were just friends Debbie then spotted a discarded condom wrapper on the floor and she fumed: “Friends, you say?!” as she launched a towel at him. Before storming out, she told her brother: “Cover yourself up! I will be in the bar.”
Once he had got dressed, Carl joined Debbie downstairs and tried to explain things to her, but she wasn’t interested and soon left. Storming into number 13, she decided it was time to confront Abi, who had no choice but to admit to their ‘mucky little affair’ once Debbie said she’d seen the evidence.
Debbie was horrified to discover that she was hoping to run away with Carl and take Alfie, the result of her one night stand with the late Imran Habeeb, with them. When Kevin arrived back on the scene, she questioned her brother why she was still living there in the first place.
When Kevin arrived home, Debbie was full of questions for him as well but he simply told her that it was up to him who lived in his house. Debbie replied: “I just…I’ve been stewing on it,” but Kevin, still not entirely aware of his wife’s infidelity, put it all down to her condition.
On the verge of tears, a frustrated Debbie exclaimed: “I wish people would stop using my dementia against me, I am nowhere near as batty as folk make out I am! I’ll tell you exactly what this is – I don’t want you being made a fool of. She’s staying here rent-free, sponging off you and I’m not having it!”
Kevin was still not having any of it and told Debbie to focus on her own problems instead. Later on, Abi and Carl had a secret chat where he pushed her to keep the arrangement as is rather than telling everyone about their relationship. Over a chat in the pub, Debbie begged Carl to ‘walk away’ from Abi and she went home.
Once there, she set about placing old photos into a scrapbook, and Ronnie wondered what it was all in aid of. She told him: “I fancied a trip down, while I’ve still got my memory.” Ronnie was impressed with one particular family photo of Debbie and her brothers, and suggested she get it framed.
She said: “Yeah. To remind me of the good times. Before it all goes wrong.”
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