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?"

is Debbie Nian?" Carlos asked coldly.

borrowed my phone? She left

stood up abruptly from the couch.

woman smiled. "I don't know. Her boyfriend carried her in his arms. It was so sweet. Lucky her! My husband and I were talking about the happy

anger filled Carlos, replacing the disgust he had felt before. These were rawer and more powerful emotions, and Carlos was no stranger to them. In fact, he felt more powerful, more

back to the woman holding the baby. Just then, Hayden was back with the receipt

not far behind. "Deb, I asked them to get you a ward. Come with me," he said to

Debbie looked pale and felt groggy. She nodded to Hayden and attempted to stand

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

to get Debbie

to the ward, Hayden placed Debbie on the bed carefully and tucked

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matter how mad he was at her. He still cared for the woman,

told Emmett on the phone. Emmett knew exactly who he

he and his men found Debbie, it was already past

of

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

looked grimly at the hospital beds on either side of the hallway. Imagining Debbie in such terrible

families. Their looks and presence made people wonder

the door to a double ward, after which Carlos

woman lay in 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

bandage around her head. She was in deep sleep. She was hooked up to an IV, a needle taped to

beside the bed, working. Seeing Carlos walk in, he smiled

He strode over to the bed and stared at Debbie. She was the point. She was what he had come

red. The bandage around her forehead was blood-stained. The fluid in the infusion bottle was mostly