Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Pride was written all over Debbie's face. Not until now did she realize that Carlos had given a lot to her, and she felt so grateful.

With knitted eyebrows, Carlos stared at his grandmother and said angrily, "Debbie may be a bad student, Grandma, but she's better than that. Quit trying to frame her."

Valerie scowled at him and snapped back, "I'm not lying! Before she came here, we never lost anything. She must be the thief! Besides, she always tries to bully Megan. If I hadn't been with Megan, this woman would've probably beaten her. She eats too much. She's lazy, and doesn't respect her elders. She doesn't wake up until noon. What's worse, she even cheated on you. Carlos, I won't accept this woman as my granddaughter-in-law."

Debbie was shocked at Valerie's words—she never imagined she thought so low of her. Bitterness flooded her at this moment.

She had done so much housework to please Valerie, but she thanked her by calling her a thief.

'I don't give a rat's ass what they think of me. But I do care about... Carlos' opinion. Does he think of me like that too?' she thought to herself.

She didn't dare to look Carlos in the eye, as she was afraid that she would see disappointment glinting there.

Carlos leaned against the couch, his face deadpan. When he heard Valerie's accusations against his wife, he held Debbie's hand and began to play with it.

Debbie was left speechless. 'What's he doing? I thought we weren't on speaking terms. Is he trying to defend me?

Or is he only doing this to save face?'

Just when Debbie was lost in her own thoughts, Carlos spoke in a cold voice. "I don't know why you think of her that way, Grandma. But she's a good girl. You just won't give her a chance. You said she had bullied Megan. If she really wanted to do that, she would have beaten her up whether you were there or not. See any bruises? No. So you just overreacted."

members with the utmost respect. You guys, on the other hand, are shitty to her. She doesn't wake up until noon? Well, she suffers from jet lag. And it's my fault. She's up until the small hours because of me. If you do mind that, I'll try to let her get to sleep earlier. She cheated on me? I already explained it, and I don't want to talk about it anymore. You said she stole things? Haha! You must be kidding. My wife would never

seen in Carlos'

myriad of emotions flooded Debbie at this moment. She was so moved by Carlos she wanted to cry. She didn't think she was good enough to catch his

too angry to utter a single word. After a long time, she finally cooled down a little and asked in a sad voice, "Carlos, how

wife," Carlos replied.

about Megan or Stephanie? But why Debbie?

that?' Debbie thought to

circus! I'm super busy, and I don't have the time to deal with stupid shit. As for your lost things, I'll have my people look into it. And you, Grandma, you need to apologize to her

stairs, hand in

hadn't expected things to go down like this. She thought once she said Debbie was a thief, Carlos would get angry and hate Debbie. But it turned out she

moment they entered the bedroom, Carlos told Debbie, "I still have work in New York, and we can't

going back to Y City in a few days. Why go to the trouble? I'll go out for the day while you're at

smell his cologne.

Hayden. Turns out I was wrong.' "I don't know whether he's still here or not. It has nothing to do with me. I'm not going out to see him. Let me guess, you don't want me to go out, do you? You want to

warned, "I don't want to find out that you pulled

tongue, Debbie teased, "Fine! I won't tell

up and thrown onto the bed.

in a hoarse

rigid. "It was just a joke. I'm sorry, honey," she

and dialed a number. "It's me, Carlos. A number of things have gone missing in the Huo