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."

after a short pause, "You said she didn't respect her elders. In my eyes, she always treats our family 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

seen

to cry. She didn't think she was good enough to catch his eye, but he treated her

time, she finally cooled down a little and asked in a sad voice, "Carlos,

my wife," Carlos

or Stephanie? But why Debbie? She's a thief

that?' Debbie thought to herself.

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,

Debbie went up the stairs, hand in hand. No one

a thief, Carlos would get angry and hate Debbie. But it turned out she

work in New York, and we can't go back to Y City now. If you don't feel

head. "We're 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 work." She decided to

could smell his cologne. With dark eyes, Carlos asked, "Go out?

has nothing to do with me. I'm not going out to see him. Let me guess, you

to find out

out her tongue, Debbie teased,

up and thrown onto

in a hoarse

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

his clothes, took out his phone and dialed a number. "It's me, Carlos. A number of things have