Chapter 506

“You want my husband to love you, don’t you?”

“I don’t have to want anything. Your husband loves me from the beginning. If you hadn’t popped into

the equation out of nowhere, he would have been my husband.”

From the time she arrived to the hostile reception, Debbie had been wondering if she had killed

someone from the Hilton family lineage in her previous life to be hated so much by her hosts in this life.

Carlos’ dad had smashed a teacup as soon as she entered the house. Now even an 18-year-old was

trashing her right to her face. Did they see her as a pushover? Debbie sighed.

“Calling Carlos ‘Uncle’ isn’t enough to show how important he is to you. Since he’s fostering you, why

not call him ‘Dad?’ And since I’m his wife, you should call me ‘Mom.’ I’LL spoil you more than he does.”

“You! You!” Megan’s face turned livid. She stomped her feet and finally managed, “You’re taking

advantage of me!”

“I am, so what? Come, come. Call me ‘Mommy’ and live with me from now on. Then you can see your

daddy every day.”

In a fit of rage, Megan stormed out of the room in tears. But before she left, she warned, “Debbie, you

are dead meat!”

“We’ll see!” Debbie snorted.

Then with a bang, Megan closed the door, Leaving Debbie with so many questions. ‘Gail, Portia, Olga,

and now Megan, why do they all hate me so much? Is it something to do with my personality?’ Then

she thought of Carlos’ family. ‘Oh heck, what have I done to deserve this?’

As soon as Megan left the room, she ran into Tabitha, who was Lingering outside the study.

“Megan, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Tabitha asked.

But Tabitha’s questions only made things worse. Intent on creating drama, Megan wailed even louder.

“Hey! Stop crying and tell me what’s wrong, Megan,” Tabitha demanded, genuinely concerned.

“Who upset you?”

Since she realized how furious James was, Connie had been hiding in her room to stay out of trouble.

But Megan’s wailing made her curious.

“Why is Megan crying?” she asked Tabitha, who unfortunately had no idea either.

“For the life of me, I can’t tell. She has been crying from the time she walked out of Carlos’ room. But

when I tried to find out from her what the matter was, she wouldn’t say a thing.”

When the Little brat finally stopped weeping, she said to Tabitha, between sobs, “I saw that James

seemed angry to see Aunt Debbie, so I went there to comfort her. But Aunt Debbie didn’t appreciate it

at all.

And she even called me names. Boo…hoo…

“Debbie called you names?” Incredulous, Tabitha looked at the door to

Carlos’ room and asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she was in a bad mood. But how could she take it out on me? It wasn’t my fault.

To make it worse, she even had the nerve to tell me that James was cranky and I shouldn’t be here,

because I am nobody to the family; I’m just a freeloader. Can you imagine? She boasts that she’ll only

be nice to me if I call Uncle Carlos ‘Dad’ and call her ‘Mom.’ Boo…hoo…” Tears welled in her eyes

once again.

Just to create a scene, she started panting for breath; her face so downcast, you’d think she was going

to pass out any minute. Even

Tabitha who had been skeptical at first was moved. ‘Could she be telling the truth?’ But then it didn’t

seem possible that Debbie would stoop so low.