Debbie was a little flustered when Miranda mentioned Evelyn.


    “You are one of the Hiltons, and Carlos’ birth mother. I was keeping it hush-hush because I didn’t know


    how Carlos would take it. He could easily marry Stephanie and take Evelyn away. I didn’t tell Carlos


    either, but he found out anyway.” Debbie sighed heavily.


    “What? O ye, of Little faith.” Miranda sounded disappointed.


    “Yes… But what if the n falls apart? Carlos asked me to divorce


    Ivan and told me he would marry me. But he’s still engaged to


    Stephanie. How am I supposed to marry him?” Debbie was frustrated and annoyed.


    Miranda poured herself another cup of tea and said slowly, “Don’t worry about it. And don’t divorce Ivan


    yet. Carlos found out James hired a doctor to give him injections that messed up his memory. He’ll get


    his wits back soon. Then you can get even with him your way.”


    Debbie was stunned to hear that.


    “Aunt Miranda, are you really Carlos’ birth mother?” she asked.


    Miranda rolled her eyes at her, but there was no me in her eyes.


    “What do you think?”


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    Debbie grinned, “I think you are.”


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    Miranda took a sip of tea and was ready to begin discussing the issue that had brought her here.


    “I’m moving back here. I’ll take care of


    Evelyn myself. She’s my granddaughter, after all. You can’t keep moving her back and forth to different


    ces, Curtis’ today, Ivan’s tomorrow.


    If she stays with me, she’ll get some stability.”


    Guilt rose in Debbie’s heart. Miranda’s words cut her like a knife. The olderdy might be harsh, but


    she was right. So Debbie agreed, “Okay.”


    Miranda went on, “Good. When Carlos’ memory is back, don’t let him off easy. You might want to stay


    away for a couple years, in that foreign country you fled to. Let him miss you till it hurts. Some people


    do this to punish their partners. I think it’s a pretty good idea.”


    Debbie gaped, thinking that Carlos probably should get a test to make sure Miranda was really his


    mom. Here she was, plotting against her son.


    “You say ‘some people.’ Who exactly?” Debbie asked.


    Miranda felt a little embarrassed about what she was about to say. She cleared her throat and


    answered, “A couple characters in a drama I was watching. To punish the hero, the heroine suddenly


    takes off with their kid. Of course, the guy’s miserable afterward. You don’t have to take


    Evelyn with you if you don’t want to. You can visit any time you want.”


    Miranda didn’t sound Like she was joking. Dumbfounded, Debbie sat there like a stone, Listening to


    her.


    Only after a long while did she speak again.


    “He’d find me. You know that, right?” She had thought about getting even with Carlos. She had also


    thought about leaving him. A million times actually. But she usually gave up these ns as futile. She


    was afraid that Carlos would find her even before she got on the ne.