"She's already made up her mind. She's getting a divorce. Just go to the Civil Affairs Department now! We'll be there soon," Carlos said into his phone impatiently. With that, he walked up the stairs, loosening his tie.
'I have to get her there this afternoon, even if I have to force her to go, ' he thought.
"Well, no problem," Ivan answered. His assent made Carlos feel a little better. He picked up the pace and walked rapidly towards Debbie's bedroom.
As soon as Ivan hung up on Carlos, he called Debbie. "Hey. Carlos called me and asked me to go to the Civil Affairs Department. He seemed to be in a hurry," he said quickly.
Debbie locked her bedroom door and said in a whisper, "Don't go there. I won't."
"Aren't you afraid of him?" Ivan asked, worried. He was afraid that Carlos would go to drastic lengths to get Debbie back, now that he had his memory back.
"If things get out of hand, I'll just tell him that our marriage is fake and that you are going to marry Kasie," Debbie answered nonchalantly. She didn't want to tell Carlos the truth now. She wanted to teach him a lesson. She had suffered for three years, and it was time to let him suffer for a change.
Footsteps sounded from outside the door. Debbie got scared and immediately hung up on Ivan.
"Open the door!" said Carlos as he knocked heavily on the door. It rocked on its hinges. Though he was on the other side of the door, she could see each knock as it landed.
Debbie trembled at every impact, as if he were pounding on her heart. "I...I'm very tired. I need to sleep," she stammered.
"Don't make me break this door down!" he threatened.
But he didn't have to. Debbie opened the door abruptly and looked him in the eye.
Without any delay, he grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her out.
"Ouch! You're hurting me, asshole!" Debbie cried out. "Carlos Huo! Who do you think you are? Why do I have to divorce Ivan just because you say so? I'm not divorcing him. I love him!"
Her words successfully froze Carlos in his tracks.
He fixed his eyes on her, his face livid. "I won't let my woman live with another guy. Keep living with him and I'll send you both to hell."
The icy tone and his vicious words made her shiver. 'Is he running out of patience?' she thought.
She tried to calm down, took a deep breath, and told him, "It was James Huo who made
yed her. Day by day, he tortured her, mentally and physically. He broke her down bit by bit. He even threw mud at her. And this is what's left.'
When Carlos didn't respond, Tabitha stood up and grabbed his hand. She had a hopeful expression on her face. "Lewis, I made your favorite meal. Let's go eat."
Tristan really felt sorry for Carlos. He was a tough and strong CEO, but when he was around Tabitha, he was just a son who wanted to be loved.
'Mr. Huo loves Tabitha and sees her as a mother, yet all she cares about is Lewis.
Before flying to New York, Mr. Huo asked Frankie to contact the best mental hospitals in Y City. He had the assistant exhaustively check out each facility until one met his exacting standards. He wants to take her back to the city and even intends to help her get revenge on James, ' Tristan thought.
Tabitha's reaction chilled his blood. She was really far gone.
Carlos, however, acted as if he didn't mind at all. He took her hand gently and said in a soft voice, "Mom, what did you cook?"
Tabitha led Carlos to her ward. The ward was very clean. It smelled of cleaning agent, and the acrid smell hit his nostrils. The staff were in there every day, cleaning. At least you couldn't complain the place was dirty.
When mother and son entered the ward, Tabitha regained her senses. She immediately released him and said, "Carlos, you came."
Carlos took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand. He didn't like other people's germs, and was particularly fastidious. "Of course I'm here. I want to take you to Y City."
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