True Love Waits novel Chapter 197

"Megan is family. Why should she not be so close to Carlos?" Valerie snapped.

Before Debbie could respond, Carlos held her hands and told her in a calm voice, "Deb, Megan is just a kid with a lot of enthusiasm. You're overreacting. Let's go upstairs."

'An 18-year-old kid? With a lot of enthusiasm? She has a thing for you. Why can't you see it?' Debbie retorted in her mind.

With red eyes, Megan apologized again, "Aunt Debbie, please don't be mad at me. If you're not happy, I will keep that in mind and stay away from Uncle Carlos."

Debbie was fuming with rage. 'So you all think I'm the bad guy here? Fine! I'll be the black sheep.'

Debbie shook Carlos' hands off and walked up the stairs. He started after her. She suddenly turned around and shouted at him, "Don't follow me. Leave me alone."

Before Carlos could say anything, Megan stepped backwards as if she were intimidated by Debbie, and Valerie stood up from the couch. "Debbie Nian!" she shouted imperiously. "Don't talk to my grandson that way! He's your husband! The husband is always right!"

'The husband is always right?' Debbie rolled her eyes secretly. 'This woman is positively medieval!'

She wanted to say something back. But on second thought, Valerie was Carlos' grandma, so she bit back the words she would like to have said.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Carlos chimed in, "Grandma, you're wrong. It's the 21st century, and a wife has as much power as her husband when it comes to family. Please stay out of it, Grandma. Megan, keep Grandma company."

After saying that, he grabbed Debbie's hand and walked up the stairs.

Although Debbie had lost her temper at him in front of his family, Carlos made his stand clear and defended her. Valerie couldn't believe her ears. 'Carlos used to be a proud man. I didn't expect him to defend such a rude woman.'

She grabbed her walking stick tighter. "Women have as much power?" she retorted. "Only when she's from a family of equal social rank. What kind of family does she come from? A rich and powerful one?

" 'Ah, that's why no one in his family likes me, ' Debbie mused. Bitterness flooded her as she lowered her head to hold back her tears.

Carlos was angered by Valerie's words. Despite the fact that he was still mad at his wife, he felt he should defend her against his own grandma. And he also felt he shouldn't have to. Debbie was his wife. He chose to love her, marry her, and spend his life with her. This was his choice, not his family's. And it was ridiculous to think that he didn't have a say in this. Why did they think they had a say, anyway?

Carlos looked Valerie in the eye and said in a serious tone, "You know what? I don't care if she has money or power; I love her. We had dated for a long time before she finally agreed to be with me. My wife is hot, and doesn't love me for my money. If it weren't for the marriage certificate, she might have been another man's wife. Grandma, will you please stop poking your nose in my business? If Deb leaves me because of you, it will cost me a lot of time and energy to get her back. She's my one and only."

Carlos just wanted his grandma to stay away from Debbie. He wanted to remind Valerie that even if she succeeded in driving Debbie away, he would by no means accept another woman as she wished.

Valerie was exasperated. Pointing at Debbie with a shaking hand, she yelled, "What's so good about her that you had to date her for a long time? Do you know what she did to me and Megan? She bullied us, and then went out on a date with another man. She's nothing but a ho! She even has a lover in New York. How could you be so blind?"

She banged her stick on the floor; the sound reverberated in the living room.