Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

As Debbie thought about it, she added in the group chat, "Guys, Carlos' family doesn't like me."

For a moment, no one said anything. It was Dixon who first chipped in, "It doesn't matter as long as Mr. Huo likes you."

Later, Kristina cut in, "You never know how complicated life in rich families can be. Before you left, I had thought to caution you, but I downplayed it. Ignore the others. Just as Doctor said, all that matters is that Mr. Huo loves you."

"Tomboy, since when do you care about other people's opinions? This isn't you," frankly wrote Jared, alongside an eye-rolling face emoji.

Debbie's eyes turned teary as she read through her friends' comforting words. In such trying moments, it was enough that her friends were always there for her.

There was a knock on the door. Debbie calmed herself down and opened the door, only to meet Megan, with her usual pesky attitude.

Without waiting for Debbie's permission, she walked in uninvited and locked the door from inside.

'She acts as if she was the hostess of the Huo family, ' Debbie sneered. "What do you want?" she asked indifferently.

Megan stared at her curtly. "If I were you, I would leave the Huo family this instant."

The ridiculous way she sounded made Debbie chuckle. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Since there were only the two of them in the room, Megan took off her masquerade and snorted, "Don't you see? You have turned the family into a war zone. Uncle Carlos' dad got so angry he almost passed out. It's New Year's Eve today and everyone is having a crappy mood, just because of you. Don't you feel bad for what you've done?"

Carlos' dad almost passed out because he has a bad temper. Do you think I don't know that?" Debbie retorted. She wondered why James hated her so

believe you've been talking about people behind their back, and you don't think it's rude? No wonder nobody likes you. I don't understand

a meltdown. "When did I talk about people behind their back? Stop making things up! Is this what you're here about?

Megan was looking for. In an instant, her face flushed red, taking on a threatening aura like

"Which one exactly do you want to marry among them four?

was weird. "What the hell are you talking about? I've always only liked

But who can imagine that deep down you are such a loose little slut?! You have deceived them all, using your pure, sweet facade. What a scary, manipulative bitch!" Debbie looked Megan up and down in disbelief.

to tell Uncle Carlos that you not only said his dad

on me? Stop fooling yourself! Don't

about you. But he spoils me more. Just because he married you doesn't mean he loves

derisive laughter. "You

nor denied it.

my husband to

to want anything. Your husband loves me from the beginning. If you hadn't popped into the equation

Now even an 18-year-old was trashing her right to her face. Did they see her as a pushover? Debbie sighed. "Calling Carlos 'Uncle' isn't enough to show how important he is to you. Since he's fostering you, why not call him 'Dad?' And since I'm his wife,

face turned livid. She stomped her

Come, come. Call me 'Mommy' and live with me from now on. Then you can

in tears.

Debbie snorted.

'Gail, Portia, Olga, and now Megan, why do they all hate me so much? Is it something to