Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 328

The car roared toward her, and Debbie squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable impact. The tires squealed on the asphalt as the car skidded to a stop, just centimeters away from Debbie.

Luckily, the driver was a top-notch circuit driver, and he knew the limits of machine and man... and he was quick enough to step on the brake when she jumped out in the middle of the road. Or else she would have been hit.

After the car stopped, Debbie limped to the back door. Still thinking that Carlos had come back for her, she tapped the car window excitedly. She couldn't wait to see him, to kiss him, to have him hold her in his arms once more.

That same faint buzzing sound came to her ears again as the window descended, revealing the passengers inside. Debbie was smiling; Carlos looked gloomy. He gave her a cold sideways glance and remained silent.

His silence made her heart ache. 'Didn't he come back for me?' Her blood froze in her veins. 'What if he didn't?'

Carlos seemed to have lost all patience. Debbie said hurriedly, "Mr. Huo, could you—"

"No," he refused even before she could finish her sentence.

Her heart tightened into a knot. But she wouldn't give up. "My leg was hurt. And I can't get a taxi. Could you please drop me off at a hospital before heading home?"

"I won't be passing near a hospital." With that, he rolled up the window.

The car drove off, leaving her with a sick feeling.

Debbie raised her head to look at the starry night as she tried to force back her tears.

Three years ago, they lied to her and made her believe he was dead. Every year on the anniversary of his death, she'd cry her eyes out. Sometimes, she would watch her daughter sleeping, watching her tender chest rise and fall, and think about him. When it hurt too much, she would hold Piggy tightly and sob endlessly. Piggy was the last thing of his that she had. The only living reminder. But no matter how hard those days had been, she never cried so much as now. Now she knew he was alive.

Inside the Emperor, Carlos' phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, he answered simply, "On my way."

"Sorry. They gave me overtime. The doc that is supposed to be working the night shift is stalled on the side of the road. Come to the hospital and wait for me?" a young voice said on the phone. Carlos' eyebrows knitted tightly.

Since he said nothing, the young voice giggled awkwardly, "It's not my fault. Look, if you don't want to come to the hospital, why not go to Orchid Private Club?"

He could sense Carlos was unhappy about this... because Carlos was on his way home when he called. And now he told him he had to work late.

Without a word, Carlos hung up.

In the hospital

Debbie got out of the cab and signed in at the ER. Outside the doctor's office, what she saw ripped her heart apart all over again.

In the hallway, a familiar figure was smoking by the window. As if sensing her stare, he turned his head slowly.

His eyes were void of feeling. Two seconds later, he turned around again.

'So much for "I won't be passing near a hospital."

He sure knows how to break my heart.' It was late. There were few patients in the hospital. Thankfully, this late, there were almost no lines.

Soon, a nurse called out Debbie's number.

In the doctor's office, she gave the doctor her receipt and told him in a hoarse voice, "I fell and hurt my leg."

The young doctor was in his twenties, energetic-looking. Underneath his uniform he wore an azure shirt. He took her receipt and said, "Okay. Have a seat. I'll have a look. We'll need to clean the wound."

Debbie sat opposite the doctor and pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal her injured knee.