Chapter 570

Her cheek was burning. Her ear rang.

Everyone froze at the sound of the heavy smack.

Even Valerie hadn’t expected James to hit a woman.

Realizing that it was Debbie who had been hit, Carlos balled his hands into fists. The red slap mark he

saw felt Like it was on his own face.

His eyes flamed as if they would catch on fire any minute.

James had never seen his son this angry. He was afraid and regretted slapping Debbie immediately,

but he summoned up his courage and managed to argue, “Your slutty wife cheated on you with your

cousin! She’s no daughter-in-law of mine! She’s a femme fatale and should be kicked out of this

house!”

As soon as the middle-aged man finished his sentence, Carlos dashed towards him, raised his fist and

smashed it against his face while the others screamed in shock.

“Carlos! He’s your father!” In tears, Tabitha blocked the second blow by standing in front of James.

Carlos looked at James as if there were decades of hatred between them.

He pulled Tabitha away and swung his fist again.

Dizzy, James slumped onto the floor and had difficulty getting up. Wade and his other two sons tried to

stop Carlos but failed. Because Carlos was far different than the man he had been seconds earlier.

How do you stop a force of nature?

Seeing so many people had failed to stop Carlos, Megan thought she’d give it a shot. She approached

him and tried to talk him out of it, but she only got one single tug at his sleeve before she herself was

pushed away. The push was so fierce she stumbled backwards to the wall.

Holding her injured arm, she stood there and didn’t dare to take another step towards the enraged

man.

By now, the house was a total mess. Everything was in disarray. The potted plant was tipped over, and

dirt spilled onto the carpet. The little decorative table was knocked over, and the knickknacks it once

held were all over the floor. Pools of blood stained the carpet darkly in places where Carlos’ victims had

bled. Even the wall hangings were knocked crooked. This was the worst anyone had ever seen the

place, but anyone who might want to try and clean up the place was held in check by Carlos’ white-hot

rage.

Tabitha walked to Debbie and pulled her arm. The young woman was still at a loss. Caught off guard,

she staggered and managed to steady herself by pressing her hand against the wall.

“This is all your fault!

Everything was okay before you married him. But Look what’s happening now! Because of you, Carlos

is beating his own father! What kind of monster have you turned him into?!”

That brought Debbie to her senses. She handed Carlos’ coat to Connie, trotted over to him, and

grabbed his raised hand, now balled into a fist, covered with blood both fresh and congealing.

“Carlos, Carlos, please stop. He’s your father…” she sobbed.

The madman regained his sanity when he heard her cries.

“Carlos, Listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with elders scolding their kids. Please don’t hit him again,

okay?”

Valerie was so angry she could barely stand, even though Frasier and

Gloria were supporting her on either side. She pounded on the floor with her cane and shouted, “Sinful!

This is utterly sinful! Carlos, he’s your father! How could you do this?”

Carlos glanced at the others nonchalantly and ignored all of them. He pulled Debbie closer to him and

asked, “Does it still hurt?” That was the second sentence he had said the whole evening.

Shaking her head, Debbie answered, “No. Let’s go to our room