Chapter 1103

Carlos’ face darkened when Debbie refused to step inside the villa

“Don’t you want to know what kind of place your daughter will be spending her next three days at?” he

asked. The irritation in his voice was evident.

However, she didn’t respond. As she stared at the villa, she remembered the black and white funerary

couplet hanging on each side of the doorway and Carlos’ black and white portrait in the Living room.

The vision was so… terrifying.

The memories of what had happened three years ago returned to her in waves-the music studio Carlos

had built for her, their dog Hum, the sunflowers they had planted together… And then James’ vicious

face popped into her mind, saying, “Debbie, Carlos is dead! Ha-ha! He is really dead!”

Many nights, Debbie had woken up screaming, troubled by the nightmares of James’ evil face and

disgusting voice.

Some nights, she used to wake up crying after dreaming of Carlos tender smile.

Other nights, she saw Carlos’ cold gravestone in her dreams and used to wake up sweating.

She was in a strange state of mind as she stood in front of the villa where they used to live together

happily.

Her face went pale and her legs became weak. She staggered, almost falling to the ground. Luckily,

she supported herself by clinging on to her car hastily.

Seeing her distressed state, Carlos put Piggy down and coaxed her,

“Evelyn, go find Frankie. I’ll join you soon.”

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“Okay.” Piggy looked at her mom, wanting to say something. But when she saw Carlos walking towards

her mom, she turned around and ran into the villa.

Carlos held Debbie’s arm to steady her footing and asked with concern,

“What’s wrong?”

Debbie’s eyes were shut. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and pain could be seen so clearly

in them. She grabbed Carlos’ arm tightly.

“Carlos…” She held his arm tighter as if she was confirming that he was really alive.

“You are not dead…”

‘Carlos is alive! This is not a dream!’

Debbie cried and then laughed, which confused Carlos. In between sobs, she said, “I wanted to kill

myself to give you company in death. But I had Piggy in my belly, and I couldn’t…”

Before she had left Alorith three years ago, she had been diagnosed with depression.

Every time she dreamed about Carlos back then, she would want to kill herself.

But she had been pregnant with their baby. The baby in her womb was the only reason she didn’t

commit suicide.

When she had given birth to Piggy, both mother and daughter cried together—Debbie had missed

Carlos at that moment the most.

She still remembered that she had once told Carlos, “If we ever have a baby, I’ll teach it to say ‘Daddy’

first. Then, the baby would always say ‘Daddy’ when wetting the bed or getting hungry. It would be your

job to get up at midnight to change the diaper and feed the baby…”