Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 447

Debbie's grandfather searched for Decker until his dying day. He failed and died in sadness. Later, Artie fought bravely against a terminal illness and also died. Huge medical bills bankrupted the Nian family. Debbie was the daughter of wealth and power until she was ten. But after that, she lost everything.

After hearing the whole story from Ramona, Debbie said nothing, lost in thought.

She didn't expect that the story about her past would be so...sad. Sad and annoying.

"You're strong enough to know the truth and do something about it. You and Mr. Huo..." Ramona's voice trailed off. After a short pause, she added, "Now that Mr. Huo is in your camp, Elroy can't do anything to you. Curtis is also on our side. But Elroy has never tried to mess with Curtis, so he can't do anything other than stay away."

Now Debbie understood why Curtis had always been so nice to her. It was not just because he was her uncle, but also because he felt bad for her.

When Debbie sat there silently, Ramona sighed helplessly. She picked up the gift bag she brought over. "I've seen many mothers and daughters wear the same clothes. I want to do that with you. Happy birthday, Debbie."

She placed the bag in front of Debbie, and took one last look at her before heading to the door.

Debbie didn't ask her to stay, nor did she say anything.

She just sat there for a long while. Finally, she picked up the bag and pulled the dresses out to look at them. There were several dresses of different styles, which suited young women quite well. Designer labels, too. These were certainly not cheap.

'She must have the same dresses, ' she thought.

Debbie lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was past 2 a.m., but she just couldn't fall asleep.

'Should I forgive her? It doesn't sound like she had much of a choice.

And there's more to Decker than meets the eye. There's something he's not telling me—'

The doorbell rang and derailed her train of thought.

She frowned and wondered who it could be. 'Decker?'

She put on her pajamas and walked towards the door. She looked through the peephole and saw exactly who she expected to see—Decker.

She opened the door and the acrid smell of tobacco assaulted her nose. She coughed.

'Geez! How many cigarettes did he have?'

Without saying a word, he walked past her and made for the guest room that he usually stayed in.

When he was about to close the door, Debbie stopped him, finally shattering the silence. "If..." Decker stopped and held the doorknob tighter.

"If she didn't have a choice, would you still hate her?" she asked.

He turned around to look at her, emotionless. She waited, giving him time to process his emotions. Eventually, he answered, "She's a stranger. She's not my mom."

Seeing he was about to close the door, she asked again, "Why did you lie to me? You have a job, it sounds like."

Decker smiled sardonically. "Thanks, but it's not what you think. Carlos says things he thinks will benefit him. I AM a loser. Hey sis, I'm low on cash. Float me some?"

Debbie was shocked into silence.