Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 286

Debbie's warning made James angrier. He raised his hand to slap her again. Tristan nerved himself to grab his wrist and said, "Mr. James Huo, Mrs. Huo is telling the truth. She knew nothing about the mission. If you want to talk about it, why not wait until Mr. Carlos Huo wakes up? You can ask him directly."

James shook Tristan's hand off and continued to insult Debbie. "I know how much money Carlos has spent on you, you blood-sucking harpy. You asked him for a huge ring, you wear only designer clothes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. You even made him buy you a limited edition watch to apologize to you. What right do you have to do all this?"

Debbie clenched her fists and demanded, "I am a blood-sucking harpy? You want to know what my rights are? What about you?" She looked James directly in the eye and went on, "You are my father-in-law, and yet, you asked the servants to put birth control pills in my food for a really long time. Right now, Carlos is lying in there unconscious, but as his father, you don't even try to check on him. All you want to do is bellow at me. What kind of father are you?"

"You!" James raised his hand again. Tristan and Tabitha stopped him. "James, let's go check on Carlos," Tabitha persuaded.

"How? He is in the ICU, and this is not visiting hours. We can't get in."

The fierce conflict between the two had drawn a lot of gazes. Tabitha looked at Debbie resignedly and asked, "Can you leave for now?"

"No! I'll only leave when Carlos is out of danger and has been transferred to the general ward." Needless for them to say, she had already decided to leave by then.

James snorted, "Shameless!"

'Why should I put up with his insults like this?' she thought angrily. She lifted her fist to strike James. Tristan saw it. He let go of James immediately and stood in front of her. "Mrs. Huo, this is a hospital and Mr. Huo is still unconscious. Calm down," he whispered in her ear.

Suddenly, Debbie felt dizzy. Her head spun uncontrollably. Her legs were too weak to support her, and she collapsed onto Tristan's shoulder.

Tristan was flustered. "Mrs. Huo, what's wrong?" he asked as he led her towards the bench.

Debbie closed her eyes a moment, trying to clear her head and regain some strength. Then she waved her hand and replied, "I'm fine."

James spoke with a cold snort. "Even as a married woman, you flirt with another man in public. How much shame do you intend to bring on this family? This is outrageous!"

Tristan let go of Debbie's arm quickly and stepped away from her. "Mr. James Huo, it's not what you think. Mrs. Huo hasn't eaten anything since Mr. Huo was brought here. She isn't feeling well."

Debbie leaned back against the bench with her eyes closed, trying to hold her temper. If anything, she just wanted James to get out of her sight. He was the worst father she had ever met.

At that moment of tension, Damon came back from Wesley's ward after visiting him. He smiled at James and Tabitha, and greeted them. James acted as normal as he could.

When Damon turned to Debbie, he saw the slap mark on her face. Shocked, he asked, "Pepper Nian! Which son of a bitch had the nerve to slap you?! He must have a death wish if he's brave enough to slap Carlos Huo's beloved wife. Carlos is powerful enough to wipe out anyone off the face of the earth. What kind of fool would take that risk?"

"Pfft!" Debbie burst into laughter when she heard Damon cussing James without knowing it. Her anger evaporated.

James and Tabitha stood there, embarrassed. But Damon didn't notice. He continued, "What are you laughing about? Tell me who hit you, and I'll beat the shit out of that bastard! No one can treat you like this!"

"It was me," a familiar voice came from behind Damon.

Damon knew who it was. Dumbstruck, he looked at Debbie for confirmation. There was a smirk on her face.

He apologized immediately, "I'm so sorry, Uncle James. I didn't know that it was you. I thought it might have been someone else. I never would have said that if I knew it was you."

James' face was hideous, like he had just accidentally eaten a fly. He snorted and sat on the nearest bench.