True Love Waits

Chapter 190 His Wife Is Pregnant

As soon as the housemaid put the plate in front of Carlos, Debbie thrust her chopsticks in to pick up the slice of roasted meat. Shaking the meat in front of the angry Megan, she said in a naughty tone, "Oh, I'm sorry. You know, your uncle Carlos is a germophobe. You touched the meat with your chopsticks, so he won't eat it. I'd better eat it instead."

Before stuffing the meat into her mouth, she looked at the meat while adding, "But...do you have... Are you healthy?" She managed to swallow the words "infectious disease" before she said them out loud. That would have been blatant, and Debbie was too clever for that. She wanted her attack to be well-planned, well-timed, and well-executed, and being too brazen would have knocked all that off kilter. She tried not to smile while chewing her food. That would have given her away.

Exasperated, Megan began to breathe faster. Short of breath, she stuttered, "Aunt Debbie, what are you... talking about... I... I..."

It seemed to Debbie that Megan's asthma attack always came at the best times. Debbie's plan had hit a snag, instead of staking her claim to what was rightfully hers-Carlos himself. But yet again, it looked as though Debbie was bullying a patient.

"Enough! Why are you being so noisy at the dinner table?" Seeing Megan struggling for breath, Valerie immediately gestured to a housemaid, instructing her to take care of Megan. In the meantime, she cast a stern glance at Debbie. Of course, Debbie wasn't about to take that lying down.

'I'm being noisy? But who started it?' Unconvinced, Debbie pursed her lips and focused on eating her food.

Carlos put down his chopsticks and called in the steward. When the steward came into the dining room, he ordered, "Tomorrow, swap this table out for a rotating table."

"Yes, Mr. Huo," the steward answered and left.

Carlos put a piece of cabbage in Debbie's bowl and looked at Valerie. "Grandma, Debbie's part of this family too. If you play favorites, you'll hurt Debbie's heart. As time goes by, she may develop psychological problems. If that happens, you might find it harder to be a great-grandmother."

'A great-grandmother?'

Valerie looked toward Debbie with hatred, while the latter blinked her innocent eyes at her. Debbie didn't expect Carlos to mention having a child all of a sudden.

"Just eat your food," Carlos ordered her in a hushed voice. He moved more food to her plate before eating his own.

On the other side of the table, Valerie heaved a sigh of relief when Megan's breathing had improved. It seemed like her asthma attack was going away. Debbie saw it too, and glared at her briefly. She believed that Megan used it to get attention, and might even be faking to the whole ordeal. Quite the accusation!

After dinner, Valerie excused herself, and asked both Carlos and Megan to come into her room. She wanted to talk with them privately.

that Debbie was watching, Megan

the closed door. 'Huh! I don't give a damn what you will talk about,' she thought, gritting

right behind her. In an instant, the grimace on her face was replaced by a polite smile. "Aunt Miranda," she greeted, sounding courteous. The reason why Debbie showed so much respect to the arrogant Miranda was

a cold glance and said slowly, "I'd like you to come

head and looked at Miranda

queried in a cold voice, "Is

go with you." It was just that she hadn't ever imagined

turned around and returned to her own bedroom, leaving Debbie alone with her thoughts. Why did she do that?

Debbie had given up thinking about the invitation, and had been chatting happily on WeChat with her friends. Jared suddenly complained, "Damon's getting married. His wife-to-be is pregnant. My dad is busy preparing the betrothal gifts. Maybe I should get hitched. Otherwise, my dad might break the bank buying gifts for Damon and his

your brother cares

was right, Damon was rich enough himself, so he wouldn't care about his dad's fortune a bit. Then he asked

a

I heard Damon say

was taken aback. "Seriously? Life-imprisonment? But it wasn't that

The guy was a punk. He committed crimes like kids eat candy. Any one

Debbie didn't text back.

room, this was what he saw-a meditating Debbie. He climbed onto the

and looked into his eyes. They were in a rather

doubts that she didn't even have time to care about it.

frowned, racking his brain to recall who this guy was. But he failed.

I got in a fight with a guy

bother dealing with a guy like that personally. "I told Damon about it. I don't

man's ear and asked, "He got the

go. After giving her a quick kiss,

in the quiet bedroom. "Carlos? You finally remember that I exist. You've been a hermit since you fell for Debbie." Oblivious to his complaint, Carlos got straight to the point. "How did you deal