Chapter 615

Emmett was surprised to hear it. He had seen how upset Carlos had been when he heard Debbie had

an accident.

He had seen Carlos holding Debbie in his arms in the middle of the night and kissing her repeatedly,

worry written all over his face.

He had seen how Carlos roared at those doctors when Debbie didn’t wake up Like he was hoping.

‘Carlos, clearly, you care about your wife more than anything.

Why can’t you just compromise and humor her a little?’ Emmett was disappointed to see two people

who were obviously deeply in love hurting each other. Even though he knew one day Carlos would

regret these stupid fights with Debbie, it was not his place to do or say anything. That was why he

didn’t, even though he wanted to. In spite of

Carlos, in spite of himself, he found he liked Debbie more and more each passing day. He didn’t like

the way Carlos treated her, but he had to keep silent. He followed Carlos’ orders and took the food

away.

Debbie’s mouth had been watering at the delicious smell of the gourmet food, but right now she had to

watch them being taken away. So this was how Carlos punished her? So unfair!

“Emmett,”

Debbie called when Emmett reached the door.

“Yes, Debbie,” Emmett responded loudly.

Debbie sat up in bed and asked, “Can I borrow your phone?”

“Of course, Debbie. Someone you want to call?” Emmett walked back with the food.

“Yeah. I want to call someone and ask her to get me out of here. I know someone doesn’t want to see

me here.”

Emmett stole a glance at Carlos. The man’s gloomy face made him hesitate.

As he was wondering if he should lend Debbie his phone, the door to the ward opened. Emmett saw

the people that walked in.

“Mr. and Mrs.

Loftus,” he greeted.

Too worried to respond to Emmett’s greetings, Curtis hurried to the bed. After examining Debbie

carefully with his eyes, he asked anxiously, “How did this happen? How’s your forehead? Still hurting?

Is anything else hurting?”

Curtis’ concern opened the floodgates for Debbie’s tears. Compared to

Carlos’ cold tone, Curtis’ sounded so warm. Debbie embraced Colleen, who was standing next to him

and was equally worried.

“Finally, someone cares about me. Mr. Loftus, Colleen, please take me with you. Can’t stay here

anymore. My husband Loves another woman. He won’t let me eat and talks to me coldly all the time,”

she sobbed.

Curtis rarely got mad. But upon hearing what Debbie had said, he turned to Carlos with a sullen face

and demanded, “Carlos, is this true? Don’t you know she just had a near-fatal experience?”

Carlos glanced at Debbie and said, “It’s all bullshit and you know it.”

Not having the heart to watch his boss make a bigger mistake, Emmett walked to Carlos and reminded

him in a whisper, “Carlos, with all due respect, don’t say anything you’ll regret.”

Carlos glared at Emmett. The dutiful secretary’s voice trailed off.