“I’ll give


    Debbie anything she wants.


    “So, was it Debbie’s idea not to get married? Why wouldn’t she marry


    Hayden? Is she really after my money and trying to get back together with me, just Like Dad said?’


    A trace of disgust flitted through his gaze at the thought.


    ‘What a bitch! She chases after money at the expense of her kid’s happiness. ‘


    Hayden perceived the disdainful look in Carlos’ eyes. After a while, he said, “But I was wrong, too. I


    was still married when I slept with


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    Debbie. I’m d she kept the kid, though. She’s an awesome woman. I can’t marry her, but she still


    wants another baby with me.”


    Debbie told Hayden she wanted another child, that much was true. But it wasn’t like he made it sound.


    She actually said she needed to have another kid with Carlos to win him back.


    Carlos didn’t respond to Hayden’s remarks. He Looked at Piggy. A minuteter, the Little one ran back


    excitedly with a Chinese fried pumpkin cake in her hand. She reached out her arms to Carlos and said,


    “Here,


    Uncle Carlos. My favorite. Go. Try it.”


    She waited.


    Carlos looked at her, still unable to believe that such a lovely child came from Debbie and Hayden.


    It would have been okay if she was the daughter of Hayden and someone else. But no, it had to be that


    couple.


    James told Carlos Debbie cheated on him with Hayden. And now, he had proof, in the form of a small


    child.


    By now, Carlos’ mood had hit rock bottom. He gave Piggy a nce and refused her coldly.


    “No.” With that, he turned to leave.


    Piggy looked at the food in her hand, feeling hurt.


    “Uncle Carlos.. she said in a choked voice.


    Hearing her soft voice, Carlos closed his eyes and paused, but he didn’t turn around.


    Piggy took two steps forward and said sadly, “Uncle Carlos, you don’t like pumpkin cake? You don’t like


    me?“ There was tension in the silence that followed.


    Carlos eventually turned around. The look in his eyes was conflicted.


    “I’m not hungry. Just give it to your daddy,” he said.


    Rejected again, Piggy couldn’t help crying.


    “But…but… would you taste it?” Tears started streaming down her pink cheeks. She wondered if she’d


    done something wrong. ‘Uncle Carlos doesn’t look happy. Is he mad at me?’ she thought.