She had stayed in the hospital for so long, waiting for Carlos to wake up, and he would soon. She just needed to wait a little bit longer.

Tristan didn't understand why she had left before he woke up.

Debbie gave him a faint smile.

“Thank you for everything you did tonight, Tristan. Drive safe. Bye."

Tristan knew that she didn't want to talk about it, so he nodded and left the manor.

The next morning, before getting on the plane, Debbie sent Carlos a message.

“Carlos, when Kasie and I went to a tea party the other day, she was drugged and taken to a hotel room. When I found her, Lewis was trying to violate her. I tried to have him arrested, but couldn't.

Apparently, nobody would dare to touch him without your saying so. So, please help Kasie. She deserves justice. Thank you very much, Carlos.

Take care."

Her tone sounded very formal in the message, as if she were talking to her boss, and not her husband.

Carlos woke up later that day. He wanted to see Debbie, but she wasn't there. When he read her message, he was so angry that he almost passed out again.

He sent Emmett to the manor to get Debbie, but when he came back, he told Carlos, "Mrs. Hilton has gone back to England in the early morning flight. I have received news that she has arrived safely."

Carlos rubbed his forehead. He knew that she was furious with him.

Emmett went on, "Since the moment you were brought in, Debbie had stayed here without eating or sleeping. She was here when you were in the surgery room, when you were in the ICU, and when you were finally moved to this ward. She didn't Leave until you were out of danger."

Carlos was confused. 'So, she was worried about me. Then why did she leave when I was just about to wake up?‘ he wondered.

"Mrs. Hilton almost had a meltdown when she found out about the mission. Carlos, you have to do something to make up to her."

Carlos nodded. He had anticipated that she would be mad, and was ready to do anything to appease her.

At that moment, Tristan poked his head into the ward and asked,

“Carlos, where are your parents?"

Carlos replied, with his phone still in his hand, “They went back to the manor to get some rest."

Hearing that James wasn't around, Tristan hastened towards the bed. He looked at Carlos, hesitating about whether to tell him what had happened earlier.

Carlos raised his eyebrow to give him a sidelong look.

"Speak," he commanded coldly.

Tristan took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth.

“Last night, your father hit Debbie, and insulted her as well."