“Matthew, you're such a sweet boy. Look, when your dad had some free time, he immediately came back to check on you. Please don't..."

Carlos snorted and said, "Yes, I came back mainly to check on... your mom."

There was an awkward silence.

Debbie punched Carlos' arm and snapped, "Don't you know how to talk nicely to your son? Why do you have to piss him off? You only treat your daughters nicely. Isn't he your child, too?"

Carlos wouldn't dare say Matthew wasn't his son.

"He has a gene mutation. I don't like him," he said.

Debbie smiled resignedly. 'He just can't admit he cares for his son, too. Every time when Matthew was in danger, Carlos would be the first to react.’

Just then, Carlos’ phone rang. It was from Tayson.

His heart sank. He knew Tayson would only call him when it was about

Evelyn. Carlos took the call and asked, "So what's going on with her?"

Carlos' words made Matthew, who was walking to his bedroom, stop.

Debbie's smile froze on her face. The mother and son looked at Carlos worriedly.

Carlos heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what Tayson said.

“Understood. I'll put someone on it. Just sit tight.”

As soon as he hung up, Debbie asked anxiously, “What's up? Did something happen to Evelyn?" She remembered that she had developed a deep depression when she believed Carlos had died. Evelyn had mild depression too, and Debbie was afraid that she might do something stupid.

Carlos comforted his wife, “Don't worry. Evelyn tried to play the heroine on that trip. She got herself in trouble trying to help a student. I'll call someone to deal with it."

“Evelyn played the heroine? What happened?" Debbie was surprised to hear that. Like Miranda and Carlos, Evelyn had always been cold and indifferent, never caring about anything she wasn't supposed to.

Maybe Carlos knew what was on her mind, he repeated the words Tayson had said to him.

“Evelyn is aloof and indifferent, but she's kind. She wants to help others. What's more, this is serious stuff. She must have been involved somehow. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stepped in."

Debbie nodded and asked worriedly, “I really don't know if I should have let her go on that trip. What kind of trouble is she in?"

“None. Trust me! I just need to make a call!"

"Sure." Debbie believed him.

When Carlos called one of his men and reassured Debbie everything was fine, Matthew went back to his room to write the essay.

An hour had passed after Evelyn was done. Actually within half an hour, everything was settled. It was just that the college student who had helped the old woman with her backpack had been saying thanks to

Carlos' daughter again and again. He insisted on asking her who she was and how to contact her in the future.