Chapter 243

“A few more minutes, please. Dr. Jordan will be coming out soon.”

“Okay, then.”

Fifteen minutes Later, the doctor came out of the room. He removed his mask, looking exhausted.

“The bullets have been removed and we’ve managed to stop the bleeding. But I think it would be best if

you took

Carlos to hospital. After all, there is no proper medical apparatus in the villa,” he stated.

“I see. Thank you, doctor,” Debbie nodded.

Dr. Jordan didn’t know exactly who this girl was, but since Carlos had kept her around especially when

he was wounded, he assumed that she must be someone special to Carlos. Thinking of that, the doctor

replied respectfully, “Don’t mention it. Emmett and Tristan will be here in a minute. Please don’t hesitate

to call me if I’m needed.”

“Okay, thanks. Please Let me walk you out.”

“I’LL show myself out. You can go see Carlos now.”

“ALL right. Thanks, doctor.”

Emmett and Tristan arrived at the villa very soon. When Debbie saw them, she was shocked to notice

that Tristan himself was limping. It looked Like his left leg was wounded as well. Debbie was

concerned, but

Tristan told her not to worry; the wound had already been attended to in the hospital. It was nothing.

He also told her that it happened after he and Carlos had gotten off the plane. They left the airport and

went to rescue Megan. Both he and

Carlos were wounded. The fear that ensued had triggered Megan’s asthma and she was being taken

care of in the hospital right now.

With Emmett’s and Tristan’s help, Debbie moved Carlos from her bedroom to his. Her bedclothes were

changed and for safety and hygienic purposes, the old blood-stained ones were destroyed.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Carlos finally woke up.

He opened his eyes and the first thing that fell into his eyes was

Debbie sleeping beside him. She had barely slept the night before.

Looking at her haggard face, Carlos put his good arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

When Debbie woke up, Carlos was sitting on the bed perusing some files.

She sat up still muddled in her sleep and remarked sleepily, “Oh, hey.

You’re back.”

As soon as she finished the sentence, she sensed that something was wrong with it. Then she

remembered Carlos coming back the day before.

The bandage on his right arm reminded her that the wound wasn’t a dream.

“Did you sleep well? Are you hungry?” He put the files aside and looked at her with tender eyes. She

seemed totally awake now.