Chapter 1202

Decker growled angrily.

Debbie looked at him, tears springing to her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. This

was the first time her brother took her side and stood up to defend her.

With deadpan face, Carlos threatened, “Shut your mouth if you want to live.”

Decker tried to retort, but Carlos pulled out a cotton bud and pressed it to his bleeding wound. In an

instant, his whole face contorted in pain, and he forced his lips into a line.

Debbie’s voice trembled as she Looked at Carlos and said, “You… What are you going to do?”

Carlos shot her a quick glance.

“What do you think?”

Debbie pursed her Lips helplessly. ‘How would I know?*

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Get out now!” As soon as Debbie shut the door behind her, Carlos put the things away on the bedside

table and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Meanwhile, just outside the room, Debbie stood there blankly, wondering what to do. After a while, she

decided to keep her mind busy but soon she realized that there were no ingredients at home to prepare

a meal, because she hadn’t been living there for the past few months.

After taking a quick look at the closed bedroom door, Debbie grabbed her purse and went downstairs

again. She went to a convenience store and bought instant noodles, sandwiches and a few grilled

kebabs.

She didn’t prepare the portion of food for Decker since he was wounded and needed to avoid anything

that could cause inflammations. After preparing a simple dinner for her and Carlos, she went back to let

him know that dinner was ready.

When she opened the door, she saw Decker biting down on his shirt to help with the pain, as beads of

sweat trickled down his face. The bed sheet was already half-stained by the blood from his body.

Much to her surprise, Carlos was squatting next to Decker, carefully stitching his wound. She quietly

walked to Carlos’ side to have a closer Look.

Her heart ached to see the deep wounds on Decker’s waist. One of them looked really deep.

Fortunately, Carlos had almost finished suturing his cuts.

The sutures were done neatly and meticulously, as if it were done by a surgeon.

Debbie marveled at the thought of how people around her with many hidden talents that she didn’t

even know about. They were all shrouded in mystery and one could never tell what they were capable

of. She assumed Decker knew how to stitch up his wounds since he was the one who asked her to buy

all the required items.

And now, after watching the way Carlos sutured Decker’s wounds, she couldn’t help but feel

impressed.

ALL the while, Decker silently endured the pain without any general anesthesia. When he couldn’t take

it anymore, he let out a subdued groan. Debbie held her breath and rushed closer to her brother,

cupping his clenched fist in her hands.

Sensing the touch of her hand, Decker opened his eyes and took a deep breath. The sight of his

sister’s worried face forced a tear to drop from the corner of his bloodshot eye.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Debbie seemed puzzled, trying to think who it could be. Carlos asked her

to open the door and said, “It’s Niles.”

‘Niles? What’s he doing here at this hour?’ she wondered.

She let go of Decker’s hand and ran to open the door. It was indeed

Niles, standing outside, with a big medical box in his hands.