Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Tabitha threw the beach ball away. The ball was quite light, buffeted by the winds. But what goes up must come down. "Ha-ha! See? It won't fly. Hey, are you James? Tell me why it won't fly?"

She had gone completely insane. Angus sighed helplessly. After a while, he said in a sad voice, "I need to leave. I'm heading back to Y City. Take good care of yourself, Tabitha. Get well soon."

Before he left, he gave the nurses taking care of Tabitha some money and asked them to take excellent care of her. "There's more where this came from, if I find her in the best of health," he said.

Although he knew Carlos would have already shoved tons of cash in their direction, this was the least he could do for Tabitha.

That very evening, Carlos got a phone call from a nurse at the mental hospital. "Mr. Huo, I'm sorry to bother you. I regret to inform you that Mrs. Tabitha Huo... killed herself..."

The news of Tabitha's death

came as a shock to Carlos. He felt like he'd been slapped.

He flew to New York immediately; the other family members came along as well. By the time they arrived, it was the next day.

When they got there, he asked the driver to send Miranda and Evelyn to the Huo family's house. He and Debbie went to the mental hospital first.

Some of the family lived in New York. They were already at the hospital. Tabitha lay in the bed peacefully, covered by a white blanket.

Debbie remembered the first time she saw Tabitha.

It was at the Y City Airport. Tabitha was dignified and graceful as she walked, a woman with a regal bearing. As she approached Debbie, she had a warm and welcoming smile on her face. She held Debbie's hand and said her name softly. She gave her a pair of jade bracelets—heirlooms of the Huo family—and cooked delicious dishes for her.

Only four years had passed, but now she was a mere bag of bones. She didn't look like a woman who had come from wealth and power, but a starved, emaciated beggar.

Debbie raised her head to look at the ceiling, holding back her tears. Carlos could see how distraught she was. He squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring look to comfort her.

Frasier handed a stack of papers to Carlos and said, "Aunt Tabitha signed the divorce papers, Carlos. These are the original documents."

looked them over. He saw Tabitha's signature on the very last page.

had flawless penmanship. But her signature this time was scrawled

Tabitha and asked Frasier in a cold voice, "How did she die? Who told you she

left her alone at her request. She stole a bottle of sleeping

at the nurses, who were standing in a corner, shivering. "Did she act weird at all?" he

Mrs. Tabitha Huo yesterday morning. After he left, she sat in the room a long time. She stared out the window without saying

man?' Carlos wondered who

that he had

Carlos didn't respond.

he started to make preparations

Douglas passed away, it was Carlos who handled the funeral arrangements. Although Tabitha was not Carlos' biological mother, she had raised him and done what a mother should do. As a result, Carlos conducted her funeral instead of

up on time for the funeral. He used to be a little chubby. But he looked much

Portia, she divorced Lewis and left the country

try to get a hold of James. But the man

his face. Or maybe he had never loved Tabitha at all. James never showed any affection for Tabitha, the woman who had been his wife

this time, he didn't shed a single

did what a son should do. Tabitha's

beautiful

that Carlos serve

there, snapping pic after pic. Even after the ushers had escorted the worst offenders out, they waited outside, hoping to

Debbie focused on getting her new album ready, while Carlos kept himself busy with work, taking care of his

day, Carlos was finally able to relax at lunch instead of being chained to his desk.

show?" she

the operating table? Were you scared?" he asked in a low

Debbie wasn't sure what he