Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Miranda furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed by Megan's crying. "Stop crying for heaven's sake! It's New Year—a day of celebration. Crying is bad luck. Besides, are you a snowflake or something? I hate people bawling all the time. You should learn something from Debbie. Now, get back to your room and get some shut-eye."

Instantly, Megan stopped crying. With a pitiful expression, she apologized to Miranda. "I'm sorry, Miranda. I'm leaving now. Have a good night."

Connie helped Megan walk to her room. When they walked past Miranda, Connie said softly, "Mom, have a good rest."

Miranda nodded at Connie and then went back to her room. Despite Connie's humble family background, Miranda was pretty happy with her—Connie was kindhearted and was never a troublemaker. No drama was Miranda's rule, and Connie adhered to that.

When Tabitha and Connie left Megan's room and walked past the study, they could still hear James roaring.

Tabitha shook her head with profound resignation.

Debbie was unpacking when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and saw her mother-in-law. "Mom, why aren't you in bed? It's late," she said with a smile.

Tabitha looked at her, not as close to Debbie as before. Hearing Megan trash-talking Debbie definitely changed the way she saw the woman. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Pointing to the luggage on the floor, Debbie replied, "Unpacking."

"Don't mind James. He's short-tempered. Don't take his words to heart," said Tabitha.

"Mom, I can understand...Dad. Maybe to him, I'm just some rando off the streets. Maybe he just

practiced addressing Valerie and James as "Grandma" and "Dad" hundreds of times. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to call them

think you're right," Tabitha smiled. Then she pretended to mention Megan casually. "By the way, how well do you

suddenly talked about Megan's parents. After short consideration, she realized that Megan must have snitched on her to Tabitha. She nodded honestly, "Carlos told me about that. Mom, don't worry. I'll be nice to her and treat her

a loss for words; she didn't know whom she should trust—Megan or Debbie. "Megan is an adorable girl. We all like her, especially Carlos' grandma. She's

husband? Not a chance!' Debbie thought. If they weren't in the Huo family's manor, she would have already taught Megan a lesson. But she decided to be obedient to Tabitha. "I'm three years older than her. I will humor her as much as possible. Don't

reassured Tabitha, who nodded in satisfaction. There wasn't much more she could ask for, and Debbie seemed sincere. At least there'd be less drama this way, she

don't you go to the study and get Carlos out of there?

roaring coming from within the study. 'If James wouldn't

to do as she was bidden. She didn't want

the study. "Come in," came Wade's

pushed the door open and saw Carlos leaning against a couch, smoking. Valerie and Wade were sitting opposite Carlos, and James stood before a desk. The floor was a mess—papers, pens, pen holders, knick-knacks, paperweights, paperclips, and staples. There was barely any place to step on that wasn't

Uncle, Dad, sorry to interrupt you," said

got even angrier at the sight of the girl. "What are you still doing here? Get the hell out of our house. Go back to Y

this time in the study, not giving a damn about what James said. In fact, he had even dozed off during James' tirade. He had heard

didn't expect his son to argue with him over a woman. He pointed at Carlos with a shaking hand and said through gritted teeth, "Ungrateful cur!" Hardly had his

Carlos to protect him. The book hit her

really stung. Luckily, it was winter, and she was wearing thick clothes. Otherwise, she might have gotten