Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Seeing so many people had failed to stop Carlos, Megan thought she'd give it a shot. She approached him and tried to talk him out of it, but she only got one single tug at his sleeve before she herself was pushed away. The push was so fierce she stumbled backwards to the wall. Holding her injured arm, she stood there and didn't dare to take another step towards the enraged man.

By now, the house was a total mess. Everything was in disarray. The potted plant was tipped over, and dirt spilled onto the carpet. The little decorative table was knocked over, and the knickknacks it once held were all over the floor. Pools of blood stained the carpet darkly in places where Carlos' victims had bled. Even the wall hangings were knocked crooked. This was the worst anyone had ever seen the place, but anyone who might want to try and clean up the place was held in check by Carlos' white-hot rage.

Tabitha walked to Debbie and pulled her arm. The young woman was still at a loss. Caught off guard, she staggered and managed to steady herself by pressing her hand against the wall. "This is all your fault! Everything was okay before you married him. But look what's happening now! Because of you, Carlos is beating his own father! What kind of monster have you turned him into?!"

That brought Debbie to her senses. She handed Carlos' coat to Connie, trotted over to him, and grabbed his raised hand, now balled into a fist, covered with blood both fresh and congealing. "Carlos, Carlos, please stop. He's your father..." she sobbed.

The madman regained his sanity when he heard her cries.

"Carlos, listen to me. There's nothing wrong with elders scolding their kids. Please don't hit him again, okay?"

Valerie was so angry she could barely stand, even though Frasier and Gloria were supporting her on either side. She pounded on the floor with her cane and shouted, "Sinful! This is utterly sinful! Carlos, he's your father! How could you do this?"

Carlos glanced at the others nonchalantly and ignored all of them. He pulled Debbie closer to him and asked, "Does it still hurt?" That was the second sentence he had said the whole evening.

Shaking her head, Debbie answered, "No. Let's go to our room."

"Your room?" Valerie walked over and glared at Debbie. "Debbie Nian, you saw it yourself. Not that we don't welcome you, but you ruined the peace in this family.

" It seemed true. Debbie forced her tears back and apologized, "I'm sorry—"

As soon as the words came out, Carlos squeezed her hand.

don't need your apology. I'm sure you've shaved years off my life. Divorce Carlos if you're not trying to

twisted into a knot.

lawyer. Now. Ask him to write up the divorce papers. As long as you

protectively and confronted the old lady. "Since when does any of you

used to be loyal to the family, but now you disrespect me again and again, all because

confused one. Who has been stirring shit up ever since Debbie got here? You know Lewis as well I do. Do you really think this is Debbie's fault? Dad shouldn't have hit Debbie. He should be thankful he IS my dad. Otherwise, I would have

Valerie was too furious to

never. All of you, just forget about it, because you'll only be disappointed. We're only living here because we want to keep my mom company. But now it seems it's not necessary. My

took Debbie's hand and started

figure, Valerie wanted to ask him to stay. However, Carlos only quickened his pace. He didn't want to be there a minute longer than he had to be. If

said to the others, "And my wife isn't a thief, either. My men figured out it wasn't her. Grandma, keep an eye on

a medium-sized dog. She would let him play and run around in the manor at

dog responsible?' they all

house. Before getting in,

I should move out. You can stay

shoulders closer

"I—"

ringing voice interrupted Debbie.

both turned their head. In the dim light, they could see Megan running towards them like a butterfly. She threw herself into Carlos' arms and started