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.

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

Debbie's heart twisted into a knot.

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

old lady. "Since when does

you disrespect me again and again, all because of this woman. You hit Lewis! You hit your

Debbie's fault? Dad shouldn't have hit Debbie.

Valerie was too furious to go on.

we want to keep my mom company. But now it seems it's not necessary. My mom's willing to take insults lying down, but there is no way that I'll let my wife become somebody's doormat. Debbie and I are

took Debbie's hand and started

his pace. He didn't want to be there a minute longer than he had to be. If this was the way

the landing, he suddenly stopped and said to the others, "And my wife isn't

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

responsible?'

parked at the entrance to the house. Before getting in, Debbie suddenly stopped. Carlos looked

should move out. You

coat draped on her shoulders closer to

"I—"

ringing voice

them like a butterfly. She threw herself into Carlos' arms and started crying. "Uncle Carlos, please don't go.