Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, Carlos carefully took Debbie in his arms.

He took special care with the hand that was hooked up to an IV. Stroking her other hand, he noticed how pale her hands were. Her face was pasty white. He had never seen her so fragile. His every movement was made with extreme care, like she would break if he moved too fast or forcefully.

A tough guy, he rarely showed his feelings, much less adopt a different facial expression. But when Emmett told him that Debbie had a car accident and her car fell into the deepest river in Y City, all the blood drained from his face.

When Carlos and his men reached the accident site, Debbie's car hadn't been retrieved yet. Some professionals were working on it. The site was thronged with people, but few of them had witnessed exactly what had happened. Anxious to know how Debbie was, he told Emmett to ask around, see if anyone knew what happened to the driver. It took a long while before he found someone. They told him that the woman driving the car had been rescued and taken to the hospital.

Then Emmett checked all the hospitals nearby. It took him a bit to cut through the red tape, but that was what he was hired for. He finally found Debbie in Y City Second General Hospital.

Debbie had been asleep for quite a few hours, and had quite a few dreams to match that extended time. She remembered seeing Carlos in her dream. He told her gently that he came to get her out of that place.

A man's exasperated growl interrupted her wandering thoughts.

"Didn't you say she'd come around this morning? Do you know what time it is? 2 p.m.! Why is she still unconscious? You call yourselves doctors? I spend a ton of cash on this hospital every year. I pay you good money. And what do I get in return? A bunch of idiots! "

"Please don't worry, Mr. Huo. Mrs. Huo is only sleeping. "

"Sleeping? She's been asleep since last night! You tell me that's normal? "

"Carlos, why are you yelling? " a feeble voice scolded.

Hearing her, Emmett said to himself, 'Thank God, Mrs. Huo's finally awake. If she slept any longer, Mr. Huo would probably tear this hospital down around our ears.'

As soon as he heard Debbie's voice, Carlos' anger vanished like smoke on the wind.

He and the others all rushed to her bed. The doctors looked at her, thankful and anxious. Now they knew their jobs were safe. At the same time, they prayed Debbie would be fine so that they wouldn't get another round of sturm and drang from Carlos. Debbie was surprised to see so many doctors surrounding her. One might think she was dying or had contracted some weird and highly-contagious disease. But she knew that it was all because Carlos had lit fires under these doctors' backsides. They knew that their jobs were on the line, so they gave her the very best care. One of the perks of owning the hospital, Debbie figured.

were good. Afterwards, he assured Carlos repeatedly and unctuously that there was nothing serious with his wife. Only then

Carlos was deeply worried. "Bring the food," he commanded

Mr. Huo." Emmett turned to

were left alone in the ward. Carlos seemed a little distant, while Debbie was silent. The atmosphere in the room turned

happened?" Carlos finally broke the

her back to him. "Isn't it obvious? Can't

been retrieved. After going over the car, they determined the brakes were working. The other parts of the car were all functioning fine. So the only thing Carlos could think of was Debbie's

"Your bedside manner needs work." She had been expecting him to say how worried he had been, maybe even treat her gently and comfort her, just as

up. Just stay nice and warm and loved in her

he used to

ghostly white face, Carlos didn't say a word. Indifferently, he turned around, leaving. His hands were in

wanted to hug her. But he

Debbie shouted, exerting all her strength

and turned. "You're still too weak. Don't

he continued with a

Were you having a sweet moment with Megan, with her in your arms? The first thing I heard after waking up was you blaming me for being a bad driver. Was

lie down. "I think you must have bumped your

in, she slapped his hands and snarled,

walked in with the hot meal. This happened to be at the

to Debbie with admiration, "Mrs. Huo, let me adjust the bed for you so you can eat more comfortably." He reached for the button to elevate the head of the bed.

eat. Let me starve. Someone would be happy to see me

see you starve. You

shouted. Immediately, Emmett shut

"Emmett, I bet you don't know that your boss fell in