Decker growled angrily.

Debbie looked at him, tears springing to her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. This was the first time her brother took her side and stood up to defend her.

With deadpan face, Carlos threatened, “Shut your mouth if you want to live.”

Decker tried to retort, but Carlos pulled out a cotton bud and pressed it to his bleeding wound. In an instant, his whole face contorted in pain, and he forced his lips into a line.

Debbie’s voice trembled as she Looked at Carlos and said, “You… What are you going to do?”

Carlos shot her a quick glance.

“What do you think?”

helplessly. ‘How would I

E L A ‘s L I B R

behind her, Carlos put the

the room, Debbie stood there blankly, wondering what to do. After a while, she decided to keep her mind busy but soon she

look at the closed bedroom door, Debbie grabbed her purse and went downstairs again. She went to

and needed to avoid anything that could cause inflammations. After preparing a simple dinner for her and Carlos, she went

she opened the door, she saw Decker biting down on his shirt to help with the pain, as beads of sweat trickled

squatting next to Decker, carefully stitching his wound. She quietly walked to Carlos’ side to have a

wounds on Decker’s waist. One of them

Carlos had almost finished suturing his

were done neatly and meticulously, as if it

could never tell what they were capable of. She assumed Decker knew

the way Carlos sutured Decker’s wounds, she couldn’t help but feel

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