Chapter 491 Tabitha Is Dead


    Tabitha threw the beach ball away. The ball was quite light, buffeted by the winds. But what goes up


    muste down. "Ha-ha! See? It won''t fly. Hey, are you James? Tell me why it won''t fly?"


    She had gonepletely insane. Angus sighed helplessly. After a while, he said in a sad voice, "I need


    to leave. I''m heading back to Y City. Take good care of yourself, Tabitha. Get well soon."


    Before he left, he gave the nurses taking care of Tabitha some money and asked them to take excellent


    care of her. "There''s more where this came from, if I find her in the best of health," he said.


    Although he knew Carlos would have already shoved tons of cash in their direction, this was the least


    he could do for Tabitha.


    That very evening, Carlos got a phone call from a nurse at the mental hospital. "Mr. Huo, I''m sorry to


    bother you. I regret to inform you that Mrs. Tabitha Huo... killed herself..."


    The news of Tabitha''s death


    came as a shock to Carlos. He felt like he''d been pped.


    He flew to New York immediately; the other family members came along as well. By the time they


    arrived, it was the next day.


    When they got there, he asked the driver to send Miranda and Evelyn to the Huo family''s house. He


    and Debbie went to the mental hospital first.


    Some of the family lived in New York. They were already at the hospital. Tabithay in the bed


    peacefully, covered by a white nket.


    Debbie remembered the first time she saw Tabitha.


    It was at the Y City Airport. Tabitha was dignified and graceful as she walked, a woman with a regal


    bearing. As she approached Debbie, she had a warm and weing smile on her face. She held


    Debbie''s hand and said her name softly. She gave her a pair of jade bracelets—heirlooms of the Huo


    family—and cooked delicious dishes for her.


    Only four years had passed, but now she was a mere bag of bones. She didn''t look like a woman who


    hade from wealth and power, but a starved, emaciated beggar.


    Debbie raised her head to look at the ceiling, holding back her tears. Carlos could see how distraught


    she was. He squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring look tofort her.


    Frasier handed a stack of papers to Carlos and said, "Aunt Tabitha signed the divorce papers, Carlos.


    These are the original documents."


    Expressionless, Carlos epted the papers and briefly looked them over. He saw Tabitha''s signature


    on the veryst page.


    Tabitha once had wless penmanship. But her signature this time was scrawled and hard to read.


    Carlos turned to look at Tabitha and asked Frasier in a cold voice, "How did she die? Who told you she


    killed herself? Are you sure?"


    Frasier exined in a sad voice, "Yesterday afternoon, Aunt Tabitha cooked up some excuse, and the


    nurses left her alone at her request. She stole a bottle of sleeping pills and swallowed them all. At dusk,


    a nurse came by to serve dinner. She found the body."


    Carlos turned to look at the nurses, who were standing in a corner, shivering. "Did she act weird at all?"


    he asked.


    One of them stepped forward and answered in a shaking voice, "A man... came to visit Mrs. Tabitha


    Huo yesterday morning. After he left, she sat in the room a long time. She stared out the window


    without saying a word."


    ''A man?'' Carlos wondered who it might have been.


    Frasier exined, "That was Uncle Angus. I already called him. He told Aunt Tabitha that he had


    divorced his wife, and advised her to divorce James. He said he''d be here to exin everything."


    Carlos didn''t respond.


    Then he started to make preparations for Tabitha''s funeral.


    When Dous passed away, it was Carlos who handled the funeral arrangements. Although Tabitha


    was not Carlos'' biological mother, she had raised him and done what a mother should do. As a result,


    Carlos conducted her funeral instead of her own son—Lewis.


    Lewis showed up on time for the funeral. He used to be a little chubby. But he looked much thinner


    since James and Tabitha hadn''t had the time or energy to take care of him.


    As for Portia, she divorced Lewis and left the country when Carlos lost his memory.


    Carlos also had his men try to get a hold of James. But the man was nowhere to be found.


    Maybe he was too afraid of Carlos to show his face. Or maybe he had never loved Tabitha at all.


    James never showed any affection for Tabitha, the woman who had been his wife for decades.


    When Dous passed away, Carlos had cried like a baby. But this time, he didn''t shed a single tear.


    Maybe what Tabitha had done to him and Debbie had been aplete letdown.


    Nevertheless, he did what a son should do. Tabitha''s funeral was grand yet solemn.


    Ivan and Kasie held a wonderful and beautiful wedding ceremonyter on, in the fall.


    Debbie was her bridesmaid, and she insisted that Carlos serve as the best man.


    With the great CEO as the best man and the superstar as the bridesmaid, the wedding was rather eye-


    catching. All the paparazzi were there, snapping pic after pic. Even after the ushers had escorted the


    worst offenders out, they waited outside, hoping to get an exclusive with any of the wedding party.


    Then Debbie focused on getting her new album ready, while Carlos kept himself busy with work, taking


    care of his daughter and courting his ex-wife.


    One day, Carlos was finally able to rx at lunch instead of being chained to his desk. He called


    Debbie. "Hey baby. Want to catch a show with me tonight?"


    "What show?" she asked curiously.


    "Remember when you were on the operating table? Were you scared?" he asked in a low voice.


    "What? When?" Debbie wasn''t sure what he was talking about.


    "When James threatened Evelyn''s life, and forced you to divorce me and leave Y City," Carlos said.


    Debbie''s heart skipped a beat. "Of c-course. Wh-why?" she stammered.


    "Because I swore I''d make James pay for what he did to you."


    "And?" Debbie had a bad feeling about this.


    "I''ll pick you up tonight. We''ll watch a reality show together. Live audience, front row seats."


    Debbie didn''t know how to respond. ''A reality show? It seems like no matter where James holes up,


    Carlos always hunts him down.''


    After hanging up, Debbie put off all her work that night. She was too curious about exactly what was


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    going down. When Carlos came to pick her up, she was waiting for him at the entrance.


    He got out of his car, kissed her, and tied her scarf for her, tucking part of it into her pink overcoat.


    Gantly, he offered her his hand, and they walked hand in hand to the vehicle.


    The car rolled to a stop in front of a hospital. Debbie recognized the ce—Niles worked here.


    After they got out, Carlos held her waist tightly, ignoring her protests. They went inside the building


    together.


    Debbie snapped at him, "When I first met Niles, I was injured. But someone didn''t offer to give me a


    ride, and didn''t even look at me. I was a wreck then."


    Carlos knew the guy she was talking about. It was him. Feeling guilty, he kissed her hair and


    apologized, "I''m so sorry, honey. I swear it won''t happen again."


    While they were walking to the elevator, Debbie cast a scornful nce at him and snorted, "You''re such


    a liar. I only believe about a third of what you say."


    Carlos curled his lips and said, "How about this?"


    "How about what?"


    "I love you. I love you. I love you. Nine words. Believe a third of them, and that would be three." ''You


    can believe that I love you.'' This was what he meant.