Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 269

Damon was unconvinced by Carlos' warning. He still thought that Debbie was cruel and that she was in the wrong. "Enough? Carlos, Megan had just undergone rescue treatment, and there's a deep wound in her forehead. You want to just let it go?" Damon snapped furiously.

Earlier, when Megan had seen the large amount of blood gushing from her forehead, she had panicked, which caused her the asthma attack again. She was then wheeled into the emergency room by the nurses.

"I mean what I said. That's enough!" Carlos said sternly. His anger was on the verge of erupting.

Seeing his angry face, Damon yielded to him at once. He lowered his voice and said, "I should listen to my wife and mind my own business—take care of our baby and work hard to earn more money. I shouldn't have come here to care about others."

Debbie grinned. "Your wife is smarter than you."

Damon gaped at her, lost for words. This woman belittled him all the time, yet at the same time, praised his wife. He didn't know how to handle her.

Deep inside, Damon was actually impressed by Debbie's influence on them. She had hurt Megan, but strangely, none of them hated her for it.

Finally, he gave up. Sighing, he turned to look at the other men in the ward. "Wesley, Carlos, you two take care of Megan yourselves. You fostered her, after all. From now on, I'll focus on being a good dad and husband. I won't meddle in your businesses anymore. And since Carlos has Debbie now, you'd better take the larger part of the responsibility for Megan, Wesley. Goodbye, everyone."

Wesley looked at him disbelievingly. 'I'm a bachelor, so I should shoulder more responsibility? I have a woman to take care of too, you know! Although she isn't my girlfriend or wife yet, she will be, if things goes smoothly, ' he thought to himself.

Damon walked towards the doorway. Debbie followed him and asked, "Where are your wife and son? I want to see them. I haven't had a chance to see your newborn yet."

Damon waved goodbye to her. "You stay here and trouble your own husband. Don't bug my son. You're a bad example. I don't want my son to become a troublemaker like you. That would hurt me so much!"

Debbie went closer to Damon and rested her arm on his shoulder in a sisterly way. But before she could utter a single word, a cold voice came from behind her, "Put your hand away!"

Everyone in the ward knew whom Carlos was talking to.

Without turning to look at him, Debbie moved her hand away from Damon before speaking. "I wanted to give your baby a cash gift. Are you saying you don't need it? I know it's not much, but at least it'll be enough to buy half a can of milk powder."

Damon rolled his eyes. He refused with contempt, "No, thank you. Save your money to buy a ticket back to England. It would be a huge favor to us if you leave soon."

Debbie didn't mind his rude words at all. Instead, she smiled and opened the door for him while saying, "All right, fine." She looked at Carlos and continued, "Honey, Damon said that he didn't need our cash gift."

Damon had just taken one step out of the ward when he froze. He returned in a flash and confronted her, "Hey, hey! Wait a second! Pepper Nian, cut it out. I don't need YOUR cash gift, but I've been waiting for Carlos'! His gift is a must! His cash gift will help me live a lot longer comfortably."

Carlos shrugged and echoed his wife, "I guess you don't need our money."

Damon panicked. "C'mon, bro..." He turned to Debbie and begged, "Pepper Nian... Um...I mean...Debbie, please! I was just kidding. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything. Don't do this, okay? Come with me, I'll take you to see my son. He's handsome, you know, looks just like me..."

Curtis burst out laughing.

Seeing Debbie and Damon walking away shoulder to shoulder, Carlos yelled again, "Come back!"

Sensing the jealousy from the overbearing man, Damon moved some distance away from Debbie and bade farewell to her apologetically.

Debbie turned around to throw a glare at Carlos and then looked away. She murmured with a pout, "I'll come back when you don't blame me anymore."

Confused, Carlos asked, "When did I blame you?"