Chapter 118 Apologize


    With Debbie''s assurance, Tabitha nodded in approval.


    She liked her daughter-inw. She was simple, honest but also quite perky when she was with Carlos.


    Megan sat next to Carlos with her hands propped against her jaw, wearing her typical sweet smile.


    "Tabitha is so nice to Aunt Debbie. I''m envious," she said.


    Tabitha smiled, "Megan, one day when you get married, your mother-inw will be nice to you too."


    "I''m too young to think about getting married, Tabitha," Megan replied. At that point, a housemaid


    handed her a cup of tea; she took it and lowered her head to take a sip.


    Tabitha smiled and continued to talk with Debbie. "Which year are you in at university? Busy at


    school?" she asked.


    "I''m in my Junior year. We''re not so busy," she replied.


    "What''s your major?" Tabitha asked.


    Just then, the housemaid with Jake upstairs ran down, flustered. "Mr. and Mrs. Huo, something''s up,"


    she reported nervously.


    "What''s wrong?" asked Megan.


    The housemaid ignored her and looked at Debbie, saying, "The boy... Mrs. Huo, I didn''t mean it. I was


    cleaning. I didn''t notice... I tried to stop him, but he wouldn''t listen..."


    The housemaid was so scared she was on the verge of crying.


    Debbie had an ominous feeling. She stood up and went upstairs.


    The others followed at her heels.


    There were a few rooms upstairs, but only the door to Debbie''s room was open. She walked in, only to


    find that her tidy room was now a total disaster.


    Jake was nowhere to be seen and water could be heard running in the bathroom.


    Debbie walled around to examine the room. When she passed by the dressing table, she saw that the


    lines of cosmetics had been messed up and some products were missing.


    Then she pushed open the door of the bathroom, to find that the boy was ying with the missing


    cosmetics with the faucet on. Standing in front of the mirror, he dabbed cream all over his face until it


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    waspletely covered. He put some on his body too, but more of the product was in the sink, being


    slowly washed into the drain.


    Debbie felt her blood rise to her face. Without thinking, she rushed up to the boy and shouted, "What


    are you doing?!" She turned the faucet off and attempted to snatch the remaining cream away from the


    boy.


    However, it was already toote. On the vanity cupboardy face cream jars, hydration essence


    bottles, hydrating toner bottles...all empty.


    Debbie''s face darkened. The boy got scared at the sight and threw the cream jar at Debbie. "Bad


    woman! Bad woman!" he yelled.


    "Shut up!" Debbie shouted.


    The cream jar was smashed against her thigh. It didn''t hurt much but the rest of the cream spilled all


    over her clothes, making her blood boil even more.


    The chaos stumped the others in the bathroom. Carlos pulled Debbie into his arms and asked, "What''s


    the matter?"


    Debbie''s heart ached when she saw the empty cosmetic bottles and jars. At that moment, she was too


    sad to say a word. The boy ran towards Megan and started wailing. Debbie threw him a nce and


    gritted her teeth, trying not to explode with rage.


    Those cosmetics cost an arm and a leg. Now, they were ruined by a naughty boy before she could use


    them even once.


    Megan held the crying boy in her arms and keptforting him. "Aunt Debbie, those were just a few


    bottles of cosmetics. Did you have to be so harsh on a little boy?" she said in a low voice.


    ''Just a few bottles of cosmetics? They cost tens of thousands of dors! Also, it was Carlos'' money. It


    was hard-earned money. Why should it be wasted like this?'' Debbie thought.


    Her eyes reddened. After a deep breath, she said to Megan in a hard voice, "Call his mom."


    "What for?" Megan asked.


    "Tell her what he did and ask her how she educates her son! Shouldn''t she take responsibility? I won''t


    ask them topensate me for the ruined cosmetics, but shouldn''t they apologize?!" Debbie said,


    unintentionally raising her voice at thest sentence. Shepletely lost hold of her emotions.


    Megan was stunned. "Aunt Debbie, don''t you think you are making too much of a deal over a bunch of


    cosmetics?" she said.


    Debbie insisted, "Yes, they were just cosmetics, but your uncle Carlos bought them for me. I didn''t even


    have the heart to use them. Now, look at this mess! They''re all ruined. Do you think a little boy is


    capable of taking the responsibility? Would it be too much to ask his parents to apologize?"


    Megan awkwardly looked at Carlos, who remained silent. As if oblivious of her stare, he stood next to


    Debbie, with no intention of uttering a word.


    Standing there, Tabitha watched everything quietly.


    Without backup, Megan said weakly, "Aunt Debbie, please don''t be mad. It was me who brought Jake


    here. How about Ipensate you for the ruined cosmetics? I can have a new set delivered here very


    soon. Boys tend to be naughty. Please don''t take a little boy''s naughtiness to heart."


    ''I''m the one taking the little boy''s naughtiness to heart? Megan, that''s quite a tongue you have!'' Debbie


    sneered inwardly. "Don''t bother! I only need an apology. Just call his parents," she demanded. Then,


    she turned to Tabitha, full of guilt. "Sorry, Mom, I will clean up the mess right away."


    Tabitha smiled, "Debbie,e out of the bathroom. Leave the cleaning to the housemaids."


    Debbie turned her back to the others to wipe her eyes. Carlos pulled her by the arm and said, "Walk


    with me."


    Knowing she wouldn''t be able to say no, Debbie followed him out of the bathroom with her head down.


    Carlos took her into the walk-in closet and closed the door. Gently, he wiped the tears from her face


    and soothed her, "Those were just cosmetics. They were not worth your tears."


    The more she thought about it, the more she got upset. "I always liked that brand but I couldn''t afford it.


    I might never be able to wear that kind of makeup if it were not for the bank card you gave me. Now


    that I finally had them, they were ruined. Tens of thousands of dors were spent for nothing," she


    sobbed.


    "It''s no big deal. Sugar, don''t cry. If you like that brand so much, I''ll ask them to deliver a few more sets


    here," he said.


    Debbie wiped her eyes and red at him. "Tens of thousands of dors is no big deal? You worked


    hard for that money! Why should it be wasted? You might have stayed upte to earn it or drank with


    your clients just to make them happy. It''s not easy to make money. Besides, that boy was way too rude.


    Somebody needs to knock some sense into his head," she told him.


    It would have been easier for her to let go if the boy hadn''t done it on purpose. But he not only refused


    to apologize but also threw a jar at her.


    The old her would have spanked him by now.


    Carlos realized that Debbie wasn''t mad just because of the cosmetics. She was mad partly because of


    the boy''s bad attitude and partly because she felt as if his hard work had been wasted. "Okay, there,


    there. You know I don''t care about that sum of money, so don''t get so upset. Go get changed. I''ll ask


    Megan to call the boy''s parents, all right?" heforted her.


    After wiping away her tears, he kissed her eyes gently.


    ''Deb, my girl. Do you know how much it pains me when you cry?'' he thought.