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.

watching, Megan cheerfully closed the

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

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 not because Debbie was scared of her. It was just that Miranda was an elder. And besides, she hadn't done anything overt

gave her a cold glance and said slowly, "I'd like you to come with me to visit Carlos' grandpa in the hospital.

raised her head and looked at

Miranda unhappy. She queried in a cold voice, "Is that a

go with you." It was just that she hadn't ever imagined that Miranda would invite her to tag along when she visited Carlos'

responding to Debbie, Miranda turned around and returned to her own bedroom, leaving Debbie alone with her thoughts. Why did she do that? Was this a way to reach out, maybe an olive branch? She didn't have long to think about

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

wrote, "Ha! Think your brother cares about your dad's

But she was right, Damon was rich enough himself, so he wouldn't care about his dad's fortune a bit. Then he asked Debbie, "Do you remember Oscar? The man you had a fight

a

sure you heard anything I said. So... I heard Damon say he sent Oscar to the police station at your husband's

taken aback. "Seriously? Life-imprisonment?

crimes like kids eat candy. Any one of these would have dumped him in jail for

Debbie didn't text back.

into the room, this was what he saw-a meditating Debbie. He climbed onto the bed, pressed on her back and asked, "What

struggled to roll over and looked into his eyes. They

didn't even have time to care about it. "Is it true? Did Oscar get life in prison?" she

Carlos slightly frowned, racking his brain to recall who this guy was. But he failed. "Who's Oscar?" he asked in

Orchid Private Club, I got in a

it much thought and shook it off quickly. He wouldn't bother dealing with a guy like that personally. "I told Damon about

a moment of meditation, she pinched the handsy man's ear and

woman wouldn't let it go. After giving her a quick

the quiet bedroom. "Carlos? You finally remember that I exist. You've been a hermit since you fell for Debbie." Oblivious