Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Holding Carlos' phone, Megan said to him, "Uncle Carlos, the reception in the room is bad. I'll take the call outside."

"Okay," Carlos responded.

Megan hung up the phone and walked out of the private booth. She was about to call Tristan again when Carlos' phone started ringing. It was an unknown number.

Megan stared at the number, wondering, 'Who's this? Why are they calling on Carlos' private number?' She decided to answer the call. "Hello?" she said.

At the other end of the line, Debbie recognized the girl's voice. She smiled bitterly and said, "Put my husband on the phone."

Megan had been nervous the whole afternoon, worrying that she would be held responsible if Debbie was dead. Now that she heard Debbie's voice, she heaved a sigh of relief. 'Thank God. She's not dead.'

"Uncle Carlos doesn't want to talk to you right now." Megan lowered her tone to a whisper. As far away as Carlos was, he was definitely out of earshot. The whisper was a voice that only she and Debbie could hear. The girl glanced around warily.

But Debbie wasn't happy. 'Doesn't want to talk to me? Who's this bitch to decide whom he talks to?!' "Put him on the phone!" Debbie demanded, balling her hands into fists. If Megan were standing in front of her right now, she would put one of those fists to good use—punching her in the face.

"Uncle Carlos is in a bad mood. He really doesn't want to talk to you. It took hours for me to make him smile even a little. Just leave him alone. Moreover, Uncle Carlos told me to answer the call for him. He even told me how to unlock his phone. Just go away."

"So... how do you unlock his phone?" Debbie doubted what she said. Anything Megan said was suspect at this point.

To her surprise, Megan recited the new password to get into Carlos' phone—Debbie's birthday. She'd set it only a few days ago. Now, she had to believe Megan was telling the truth. Heartbroken, she hung up the phone quickly.

But Megan's performance had only just begun. Still holding the phone to her ear, she pushed open the door to the private booth and said in a persuasive tone, "Aunt Debbie, hang on. Why don't you tell Uncle Carlos that yourself? Hello? Aunt Debbie?"

Carlos opened his eyes suddenly when he heard Megan's words. Megan showed him the conversation log while holding the phone with trembling hands. "Aunt Debbie called from an unknown number. I thought it was Tristan, so I answered it, but it turned out to be Aunt Debbie. She asked me to tell you that she wouldn't be home tonight and then hung up."

Carlos took the phone and glared at the number silently for a long moment before he called Debbie, but he didn't get through; it went straight to voice mail.

He hung up in disgust and then dialed the unknown number. A woman answered the phone. "Hello?"

Nian?" Carlos asked coldly.

young girl who borrowed

stood up abruptly from the couch. "Where did

It was so sweet. Lucky her! My husband and

and more powerful emotions, and Carlos was no

the hospital, Debbie gave the phone back to the woman holding the baby. Just then, Hayden was back with the receipt after paying

far behind. "Deb, I asked them to get you a ward. Come with me," he said

and felt groggy. She nodded to Hayden and attempted to stand up. However, a surge of dizziness forced her to thump back into

she was. He made her comfortable in his arms and hurried towards the ward. The hospital had been packed with patients recently. There hadn't been a ward available in a long time. Right now, even the corridors of each floor were crammed with hospital beds.

Hayden managed to get

got to the ward, Hayden placed Debbie on the bed carefully and tucked her in. A nurse took

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mad he was at her. He still cared for

Now!" he told Emmett on the phone. Emmett knew exactly

found Debbie,

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men in black stalked through the corridor, breaking the relative quiet of

looked grimly at the hospital beds on either side of the hallway. Imagining Debbie in such terrible surroundings, he quickened his already hasty

their attention from the patients and their families. Their looks and presence made people wonder

a double ward, after which Carlos walked in steadily. There

the bed closer to the door, and a man sat next to it, head resting on the edge of the same bed, asleep. Carlos gave her a glance and walked on.

around her head. She was in deep sleep. She was hooked up to

Seeing Carlos walk in, he smiled at him but

to Hayden either. He strode over to the bed and stared at Debbie. She was the

face was a sickly red. The bandage around her forehead was blood-stained. The