Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Blair's brows furrowed tightly. "What do you mean?"

"You don't know? So Wesley didn't tell you what mission he was part of? He and Carlos embarked on a manhunt for those gangsters who tried to kill me. It's a large criminal organization with a ton of illegal weapons. Wesley and Carlos may not survive!" Megan continued speaking in a smug tone, her voice betraying not the slightest trace of sadness.

Blair was so pissed she gripped her phone tightly, hand trembling. She shot to her feet and walked to a quiet corner, and then roared, "Megan Lan! You're a garbage human! They're risking their lives to help you, but all you're doing is bragging about it! It's like they're your toys!"

"So what?" Megan was happy to hear Blair go off like that. Debbie had slapped her face earlier. Now she had someone she could take out her anger on.

"Megan Lan! Wesley and Carlos have cared for you forever, so why don't you seem to care about them?" Blair felt sorry for the two of them. After everything they did for her, she still wasn't grateful.

"Care about them? When my parents died for them, they felt sorry for me and fostered me. But what about now? Thanks to you and Debbie, they always pawn me off on the bodyguards. They don't care about me anymore! They're the ones who made me an orphan!"

Flames of fury burning in her eyes, Blair retorted, "You brought this on yourself. You played dirty tricks and stirred up trouble for everyone. Megan, if you were nice, even Debbie and I would care about you. Things could have been good. But it's all on you now!"

"Why should I be nice? Give me one good reason! Why should I let them be happy? I laugh when they're sad! My parents died for them! But they're still alive. Why?" Megan suddenly burst into a fit of wild laughter, sounding like a lunatic. "I was spoiled by the four most respected men in the city. Everyone admired me. It felt good—really good. But you and Debbie showed up and changed everything. I'm not the only girl in their lives now. I'm so pissed!"

"You know, I think Debbie was on to something! I want to strangle you, too!" Blair cursed between gritted teeth. She was usually calm, even-tempered. Now all she felt was white-hot rage.

"Strangle me? If you lay a finger on me, Wesley will never forgive you. So go ahead, if you want to lose the love of your life. I was there long before you! You can't have my place in his heart. He'd risk his life for me. Would he do the same for you?"

"It's his duty. He's supposed to risk his life to save people. It doesn't mean you're special. But he deserves your respect and gratitude. It's not something you should brag about to others just to make you feel better!" Blair felt her heart ache for Wesley. He might be hurt, all for this ungrateful bitch!

"Humph, whatever! Oh, I forgot to tell you. Damon called Debbie a bit ago. He told her that Wesley and Carlos were wounded and are in emergency surgery. They're in a military hospital. Why don't you go check on him? Hurry up, or you might be saying goodbye to his corpse!"

a happy laugh

best to compose herself, trying to clear her head so she

returned to her office desk and grabbed

was transferred to the hospital you stayed

Blair nervous again. Tears sprang to her eyes as

sighed and said in a low voice, "I'm not gonna lie to

word, tears streaming

there was a surgical glove here, a gauze pad there. They'd mopped up most of the blood, but there was still a

stood still in a daze, watching the doctors and nurses scrambling to and fro to handle the patients. She didn't know where Wesley was.

of worry. His clothes were torn

calm down.

holding back

The doors were closed and the red light was

I already called Niles. But I won't tell Grandpa Keith or his parents

nodded. "He'll...pull it through, right? He'll be...fine?" She found it

spoke. "You know it's serious when

assurance lifted Blair's mood a little.

soldiers with minor injuries stood guard outside the doors, but Adalson ordered them to leave and get their wounds

down, face ghastly pale. Adalson sat beside her, speaking

Damon called. He didn't even take the time to change his clothes and hurried there. The young doctor wore a solemn look on his

young.