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


    to Debbie, nor did she seem to side with the other family members whenever they got mad at her.


    Miranda gave her a cold nce and said slowly, “I’d like you toe with me to visit Carlos’ grandpa in


    the hospital. Today or tomorrow.”


    ‘What?’ Shocked, Debbie raised her head and looked at Miranda with disbelief in her eyes.


    Her reaction made Miranda unhappy. She queried in a cold voice, “Is that a no?”


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    Shaking her head vigorously, Debbie promised, “No. I didn’t expect to be asked. It would be an honor


    to go with you.” It was just that she hadn’t ever imagined that Miranda would invite her to tag along


    when she visited Carlos’ grandfather.


    Without 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 it, though.


    A bitter, Carlos went back to their bedroom too after Listening to


    Valerie’s lecture. Debbie had given up thinking about the invitation, and had been chatting happily on


    WeChat with her friends. Jared suddenlyined, “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 wife. If he did that, I would have to start eating air for breakfast.”


    Debbie wrote, “Ha! Think your brother cares about your dad’s money?”


    Jared replied with a zipper-mouth face emoji. 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 with at the Orchid Private Club.”


    Debbie sent a nodding-head emoji.


    “I’ve told you something about himst time, but you were too drunk to listen. I’m not sure you heard


    anything I said. So… I heard Damon say he sent Oscar to the police station at your husband’s request.


    And in the end, the court gave Oscar a life sentence.”


    Debbie was taken aback.


    “Seriously? Life-imprisonment? But it wasn’t that serious…”


    Jared wrote, “Yeah, no shit. But he deserved it. The guy was a punk. Hemitted crimes like kids eat


    candy. Any one of these would have dumped him in jail for the rest of his life. He’s lucky he didn’t get


    the death penalty.”


    Debbie didn’t text back.


    Shey prone on the bed, deep in thought. When Carlos walked into the room, this was what he saw—


    a meditating Debbie. He climbed onto the bed, pressed on her back and asked, “What are you doing?”


    He kissed her long hair.


    Putting her phone aside, she struggled to roll over and looked into his eyes. They were in a rather sexy


    position now.


    But she was so deep in thought and had so many doubts that she didn’t even have time to care about


    it.


    “Is it true? Did Oscar get life in prison?” she asked outright.


    ‘Oscar?’ Carlos slightly frowned, racking his brain to recall who this guy was. But he failed.


    “Who’s Oscar?” he asked in confusion.


    “Last time at the Orchid Private Club, I got in a fight with a guy and a woman. The guy was Oscar.”


    After her reminder, two blurry faces popped into his brain. Yet, he didn’t give it much thought and shook


    it off quickly. He wouldn’t bother dealing with a guy like that personally.