Chapter 569

“What’s going on?” Carlos demanded. Spotting him, they all made way for him.

With everyone out of his way, now Carlos could see clearly. Lewis was lying on the floor, cupping his

face. Beside him was Debbie with a coat draped around her shoulders. Her eyes reddened as soon as

she saw

Carlos.

The elders of the Hilton family had scolded her harshly without listening to her explanation. Carlos was

the only one that could provide her with comfort right now.

But she didn’t move. She was waiting for him to go near her.

Carlos was stone-faced. Lewis was too afraid to lift his head. James, on the other hand, thundered,

“What shameful behavior! She’s a disgrace to this family! Carlos, look what your wife did! Trying to bed

your cousin while you weren’t home! We wouldn’t have known, but they were too loud. This is the

woman you’ve been protecting! How can we ever show our faces anywhere if word gets out?”

Lewis got to his feet and looked fearfully at Carlos.

“C-Carlos,

Debbie…she told me that… you weren’t home tonight and… asked me to… to c-come to her room. S-

so I did…”

With a hideous face, Valerie berated, “You married well this time! God, what a whore! Even though your

father and I don’t approve of your marriage, you still take her side!”

No one else said anything. Some were too scared to speak, others were too angry, Like Miranda.

She looked at Lewis with a livid expression on her face, as if she wanted to beat him to death right now.

If looks could kill, Lewis would have been a smoldering corpse.

Carlos walked towards Lewis, stood in front of him, and then without a word, sent him flying to the wall

with a heavy kick. The beaten man screamed painfully.

The others gaped at the sight. Worried about Lewis, Valerie panicked.

“What are you doing? Why hit Lewis? It’s your wife who did this!”

Not responding, Carlos grabbed Lewis by the collar and gave him two heavy blows to the face. The

disgusting man’s squeals pierced the air.

And blood covered his whole front side, red, wet, sticky; all gushing from his broken nose and ruined

Lips.

Both Frasier and James walked over to Carlos to calm him down.

“Carlos, chill.”

Carlos brushed them aside, took off his coat, and threw it to Debbie, who had been stunned into a

trance by his sudden outburst. She caught his coat reflexively.

Lewis fell onto the floor, but Carlos lifted him up and punched him again. Now Carlos’ fists were

covered with the pathetic loser’s blood.

Some of it flecked onto Carlos clothing as well. He appeared to pay no mind to that fact.

Everyone panicked.

Since he couldn’t stop Carlos, James suddenly stalked towards Debbie and slapped her hard across

the face.

Focused on Carlos, Debbie didn’t see the slap coming.