Take My Breath Away

Chapter 368 I Dont Have A Mother



When Debbie finally calmed down, Carlos set Piggy down gently. He looked at the little one and said tenderly, "Go to your mom, now."

Piggy didn't let go of him immediately. "Uncle Carlos, will you come to our house?"

Sensing the girl's unusually deep attachment to him, Carlos was confused. He didn't answer Piggy's question. Instead, he looked at Debbie incredulously, who had just thrown a tantrum, and wondered, 'Is she using the girl to get back together with me?'

"What are you looking at?" she snapped at Carlos, rolling her eyes at him. "Piggy, come here," she said to her daughter, disappointed at Carlos' reaction.

She recalled how he used to say he wanted a boy. 'I knew he wouldn't like Piggy.'

Carlos misunderstood her too. He thought Debbie was embarrassed because she had given birth to a married man's illegitimate child. But he eventually said indifferently, "This isn't about you and me. I like Evelyn." Then he turned to Piggy. "Evelyn, this is my card. Call me when you want to see me. Then I'll send someone by to pick you up, okay?"

Piggy's tearful face broke into a smile when she heard this. She took the card and gave Carlos a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Uncle Carlos. I'll call."

"Glad to hear it. All right, I have work to do. Bye."

"Bye-bye." Piggy waved her hand and went to her mom.

Debbie could tell that Piggy liked Carlos a lot, even more than Ivan, Hayden, and her other godfathers.

However, Carlos was just as cold as always, and didn't show much warmth to the child, at least as far as Debbie was concerned. After Carlos left, Debbie scooped Piggy up into her arms and asked, "How do you know... um...Uncle Carlos?"

Holding Carlos' card in her hand, Piggy blinked and answered, "Daddy Ivan, at the dinner."

Debbie remembered how excited Piggy was after that dinner. So she liked Carlos from the first time she met him.

Debbie was so bitter she could taste it. She was not sure what to tell her daughter. Should she tell Piggy that Carlos was her father? Was it right to keep the truth from her?

After dinner, they walked out of the restaurant. Hayden had planned to go to the

broken, Ramona ran after her and kept calling her name.

Debbie walked on resolutely, got in her car, and drove off.

'You don't have a mother. You don't. You don't...' she kept telling herself.

The car sped along the street. She floored it, hitting 90—it still was not fast enough.

She didn't slow down until the traffic lights turned red. But it was too late to brake. The car screeched along the roadway before a loud bang assailed her ears as she jerked to a stop.

'Ow! That hurts!' Her forehead bumped into the steering wheel. When she lifted her head, there was a red mark there.

She slowly raised her head and found her car had crashed into another car in front of her. And it was an expensive one.

'Could this day get any fucking better?' she thought bitterly.

As she tried to get her bearings, the driver in front of her got out of their car. Debbie had to get out of hers too. At the last second, she remembered to bring her purse too.

The driver walked towards her. Leaning against the car door, she said, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Let's settle this without bugging the cops. I'll pay for the repairs."

Frankie looked at the dent from the collision, then at the car which had crashed into the Emperor—a $300, 000 Cadillac— and at last at the owner of the car.

He tapped on the backseat window and said quietly, "Mr. Huo, the driver of the other car is at fault. She's offering to pay."


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