Debbie now started to understand how these people were rted to each other.


    Wade was Lewis’ dad, Carlos’ uncle. He and Lewis’ mom, Miranda Swain, had no daughters, only


    three sons.


    Their first born, Frasier Hilton, was kind and honest. Both he and his wife, Gloria Myers, were


    professors.


    Their second son, Brooks, was awyer. Being a hothead, he tended to go from one extreme to the


    other. But his heart was in the right ce.


    He was soft-hearted. His wife, Connie Foster, was a photographer.


    The youngest son was Lewis, who wasn’t married and had tons of girlfriends. All yboys, yet Lewis


    was different from Damon and


    Jared. The Hilton brothers had new girlfriends from time to time, but they weren’t lewd. Lewis, however,


    was disgusting, despicable, lewd, and a total loser. He dated many different women at the same time.


    The other day, he was almost engaged to Portia. But then he split that one off. And Portia was better off


    not being around him.


    Carlos had warned Debbie to stay away from Lewis whenever she saw him.


    Back in the present, Wade’s remark annoyed James.


    “I’m not crippled.


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    Why do I need anyone to take me to the dining room?


    They started to take seats around the table. Debbie sat next to Carlos.


    Connie came to Debbie and wanted to sit next to her, but someone beat her to the punch. It was Lewis.


    He rushed to the chair and elbowed


    Connie away.


    “Debbie, I didn’t expect you toe here for New Year’s.


    It’s been only a couple of days, but you’re even more beautiful than thest time I saw you,” he said


    impishly.


    “Ahem!” Someone coughed heavily, interrupting Lewis. Debbie turned to look, only to find that Lewis’


    mom, Miranda, was staring at her youngest son coldly.


    Lewis was afraid of his mom. He grinned and said, “I know, I know. More eating, Less talking.


    ” Finally, dinner began.


    At the table, Megan busied herself with picking up food and Ladling soup for grandma. The olddy just


    couldn’t stopughing. It looked as if they were grandma and granddaughter .


    Then suddenly, Megan looked at Carlos and said, “Uncle Carlos, I would like some of the salt-baked


    chicken.” The bratty charm was obvious in her voice, as if you could see it.


    Debbie looked at the dish Megan mentioned. It was right in front of


    Carlos. Since she asked, Carlos picked up the serving chopsticks and grabbed some chicken for her.


    “Thank you, Uncle Carlos.” Megan smiled like a sunflower, at which


    Carlos simply nodded.