Chapter 544

It was very Late when Carlos came back. Exhausted, Debbie had gone to bed early after grabbing a

bath.

When he came in, she Looked at him and closed her eyes once more. She had been worked to the

bone, and she definitely needed to rest.

Carlos loosened his tie and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Why did you call? Something happened? I was in a meeting. I called back later, but why did Megan

answer your phone?” he asked as he touched her chubby cheek.

Debbie held his hand and asked casually, “What did she say to you?”

Carlos let her know what Megan had said.

“She said you left your phone in the living room and you were upstairs, sleeping. She told me nothing

happened.”

Debbie adopted a conciliatory attitude. To avoid further trouble, she lied, “I missed you. It’s New Year

and you’re still busy. I’ve always said you work too hard. I’m worried about you.”

Carlos smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry. I’m used to it.

I’ll ask someone to take you outside when you want, in case you get lost if you go on your own.”

Debbie agreed to his suggestion readily.

The next day, when Debbie was about to leave the house with Carlos,

Valerie suddenly piped up, “Debbie, you’re young and have good eyesight. Come help me.”

Carlos was still changing his shoes. Debbie looked at him, and his reply made her happy.

“Ask Megan, Grandma. Debbie and I are taking off.”

Debbie nodded to Valerie and felt her handsome husband was awesome.

Valerie sighed, “She’s not feeling well. Besides, she’s taken care of me every day. It’s someone else’s

turn.” After casting Debbie a disgusted glance, she asked Carlos, stone-faced, “Can’t I ask your wife to

do anything?” To prevent the matter from escalating, Debbie waved at

Carlos and said, “Just go to work. Come home early. I’ll go out after I help Grandma.”

Carlos smiled and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay. The driver’s waiting for you outside. Call me if you need me.”

“Okay, bye.”

Carlos left, and the old lady guided Debbie to the storage room.

Standing at the entrance to the storage room, one hand holding her cane and the other twirling the

beads, Valerie began, “Go find the string of

Buddhist prayer beads of mine and clean this room.”c