Chapter 236 No One Lays A Finger On My Wife

Carlos cast a sidelong glance at Wesley, who was feeding Megan, and left the ward with his phone.

Entering an empty room, he locked the door behind him and put the phone to his ear. "Last night, you
kept insisting you were freezing, and asked me to hug you. Then you threw yourself into my arms..."
Surveying Y City from the window, he flashed a broad smile and went on resignedly, "I just wanted to
help you take a bath, but you started hugging and kissing me nonstop. I'm your husband. You think I
was going to say no?"

Carlos' words made Debbie blush.

"That's not possible!" Debbie denied rapidly, eyes wide open. Deep down inside, she asked herself,
'Really? Am I that horny when I'm drunk?'

"Nope. It's true. I was glad to oblige," he said in a serious manner. "So I did what you wanted. And then
you asked to try something new. Variety's the spice of life. You taught me a few things."

Debbie's mouth was so sore that she suddenly had a bad feeling. "And?" she pried.

"You gave me a blow job," he said, stifling his laughter.

Debbie wanted to kill herself when she heard this.

"You're lying! I'd never do that!" Debbie retorted in a loud voice. Her face was as red as a tomato.

'He has to be lying. I'd never...' she thought.

"No lie. I have to say, you were pretty wild last night. Thanks for the memories," said Carlos with a
laugh.



'Thanks... for the memories? Go to hell, Carlos Huo!' she yelled inwardly. "How dare you take
advantage of me when I was drunk! Now you've gone too far! You asshole!" she yelled into the phone.

"Tell you what..." His voice was cold. After a moment's pause, he added, "Visit Megan. Apologize. Then
I'll forgive you." Megan had cried to him and insisted Debbie apologize to her. Carlos really had no
other choice.

"Visit her? Apologize? Forgive me?" Bitterness flooded Debbie. "In your dreams! I don't give a damn
about your forgiveness. Stay with Megan. See if I care."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Carlos called her back, but she rejected it. She even sent him a text message saying, "If you have
Megan apologize to me, I might go to the hospital to see her. Otherwise, don't talk to me."

Having read the message, Carlos simply put his phone back in his pocket and came back to Megan's
ward.

When she saw Carlos, Megan asked, "Uncle Carlos, was it Aunt Debbie?"

Carlos nodded.

"If Aunt Debbie won't apologize to me, just let it go. Uncle Carlos, please don't be mad at her. I just
want you to be happy. I'll keep you at arm's length, and maybe she won't be jealous." Tears welled up
in her eyes.

Wesley frowned when he heard Megan. "Your wife pushed Megan into the river. I don't think it's too
much to ask her to apologize," he said in a cold voice.

Instead of replying, Carlos turned to Megan and said, "Megan, I'll ask her to come here. She had a car
accident and fell into the river because of your call. When she gets here, you need to apologize."



Wesley and Megan couldn't believe their ears. "What the hell?" Wesley swore through gritted teeth.

"Uncle Carlos!" Megan cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I just called her. I didn't cause her to
crash her car and fall into the river!"

Carlos looked away, and said coldly, "If you won't apologize, I won't force you. Wesley, take care of her.
I still have work to finish."

With that, he started to walk to the door. Megan pulled off the tape with a grunt, removed the IV, and
jumped out of bed.

Wesley tried to stop her, but she pushed him away and gave Carlos a back hug. In a choked voice, she
said, "Uncle Carlos, I'm sorry. I'll apologize. Please don't leave me. Uncle Carlos, you used to care for
me. Don't do this."

Wesley pulled Megan away from Carlos, and into his own arms. His eyes were red with fury, his
expression dangerous. "If you don't get Debbie to apologize, I'll drag her here myself," he said slowly,
every word dripping with menace.

Carlos cast a warning glance at Wesley and said coldly, "No one lays a finger on my wife."

Wesley snorted, "She's a killer, yet you still defend her. Are you crazy?"

"Megan is fine, isn't she?" After saying that, Carlos left the ward without looking back.

"Stop!" commanded Wesley, but to no avail. He wanted to catch up to Carlos and teach him a lesson,
but Megan stopped him.

She wiped her tears and said, "Uncle Wesley, don't fight with Uncle Carlos over me."

Wesley sighed and stroked her cheek. "Don't worry, Megan. I'll make that woman apologize to you."



At the manor

When Debbie walked out of the villa, she saw people working feverishly, and heard several motors
droning. Drawing closer, she could see the motorized pumps and people holding hoses into the pool's
dwindling supply of water.

Confused, she asked a maid who was trimming trees, "What are they doing there?"

The maid put down the shears and answered respectfully, "They're pumping the pool, Mrs. Huo. Mr.
Huo asked them to fill it in with concrete." Debbie's jaw dropped. "With concrete? Why?" 'Does he hate
to swim? Or did he almost drown?'

The maid shook her head. "I have no idea. Why not ask Mr. Huo?"

"Okay. Thanks. I'll let you get back to work." Despite her curiosity, she didn't plan to ask Carlos.

She came to the parking lot, and stared at the cars, wondering whether she should drive on her own.

She was still a little gun-shy, given what happened the last time she was behind the wheel.

She decided to ask Matan to drive her for now.

Matan came by soon, and Debbie got in the car he drove. As the car approached the gates to the
manor, they opened to admit a military car. It was a GAZ Tigr 4x4 Infantry Mobility Vehicle,
manufactured by the Russians. This was the closest thing the army had to a HUMVEE. There were
only 3, 000 of those things made. Many were still roadworthy.

'Wait, could it be?' Debbie realized who it was.

She was about to ask Matan to pull over so that she could say hi to Wesley, but then the Tigr stopped.
It was blocking the way.



"Mrs. Huo, it's Wesley Li," Matan reminded her.

Debbie nodded as she pushed the car door open and got out.

Wesley also jumped out of his car, and fixed his sharp gaze upon her. Despite his reluctance, he
greeted her politely, "Hi, Debbie."

Noticing his livid face, Debbie guessed this was about Megan. "Hello, Colonel Li," she said with a
smile.

Wesley nodded and got straight to the point. "I'm here for you."

"Oh, really? Why?" she asked.


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