Chapter 1203

“Hi, Little Pepper, where’s Carlos?” Niles asked, gasping for air.

Debbie pointed at the bedroom door with her finger. Niles quickly took off his leather shoes, and rushed

to the bedroom without even changing into slippers.

Niles heaved a deep sigh of relief upon seeing Carlos sitting there, safe and sound.

“Hey, man. You look all right. I thought you were hurt.”

“Cut the crap and take it from here.” Carlos felt at ease and immediately stopped stitching the moment

he saw that the man, who was more capable of fixing up people’s wounds, had arrived.

Niles took a glimpse at the patient on the bed. Having realized that he wasn’t acquainted to him, he

turned to look at Debbie and asked, “Who is he?”

Niles grabbed the suture kit from Carlos’ hand and continued from where he had stopped.

His hands moved even faster than Carlos’. After all, he was the doctor.

This was his home turf.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

After a brief pause, Debbie answered, “I don’t know him.”

Yes, she didn’t know the Decker in front of her. From what she could recall, he was just a good-for-

nothing creep. But what he did today completely changed her impression of him, leaving her to doubt

whether she even knew him in the first place.

Debbie even doubted that she had mistaken him for someone else. She never knew that Decker had

such a brave, strong side. ‘Is he really my brother?’

Niles was rendered speechless. He then turned to Carlos and asked, “Did you give him anesthesia?”

Carlos shook his head.

Shocked, Niles stared at Decker, his mouth agape. He gave him a thumbs-up and without wasting any

more time, he continued to stitch the wound.

After washing his hands, Carlos asked Debbie, “Is dinner ready?”

“Hmm, on the table.” Debbie absent-mindedly raised her arm and pointed to the direction of the dining

table.

Carlos grabbed hold of her raised arm.

“Let’s eat together.”

“No, I-“

Before she could decline, he dragged her all the way to the dining room.

Carlos frowned when he saw that they were going to have only instant noodles and sandwiches for

dinner.

Debbie sat down in her chair. Sighing helplessly, she told him, “Don’t complain. You know I haven’t

been home for months. I have no food here, and the supermarket is already closed. Lucky that we at

least have instant noodles. See? My brother is pathetic as hell. He’s a patient and he can’t even eat

noodles.”

Carlos didn’t say anything. He sat down, took his chopsticks and began eating.

Even though it was just instant noodles, since it was cooked by Debbie, it tasted different from the ones

he had eaten before. It tasted good.