Carlos signaled to two bodyguards with his eyes. Ready to please their boss, the bodyguards swung into action. At once, they came and lifted her up from the floor, almost forcibly.

Eyes fixed on Tabitha, Carlos declared, "I can make concessions on one condition. Dad has to stop meddling in my business. Especially, Let him never, ever stick his nose into my marriage. If he can't promise that, then I'm more than ready to send him to jail!" He stressed every syllable of the Last sentence.

Tabitha's tears turned into a smile of relief. Although she was still surprised at the turn of events, she held Carlos by the right hand and assured, "Okay. Leave it to me to follow through with your terms of the truce. Rest assured that your dad will never, ever meddle in your business again!

I know, you have always been a good son."

However, much to her shock, James suddenly strode over, grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her away from Carlos.

“Why did you bow down to this ungrateful asshole? I am his father, and I'm not going to let him dictate to me what's to be done and what's not to be done. In this house, I set the rules. And I have every right to meddle in whatever he thinks is his business! If he really doesn't want me to concern myself with anything, then let him divorce Debbie. Let him do it right now!" he roared.

"Otherwise, I won't just sit back and watch!" he added.

The old man's rant echoed through the whole living room. Everyone else remained dead silent, worried by his obstinacy.

Wade took a glance at Carlos, whose anger threatened to erupt like a powerful volcano. Aware of the growing tension between the father and son, he came and stood close to James, ready to mediate.

"Come on,

James, no matter how deeply you feel about this whole disagreement, you have to calm down. The children are already grown-ups now. We have to be careful, not bulldoze them around anymore. What's more, Carlos has been married for three years now. What's the need of snooping into a son's marriage that's doing just fine?"

James smirked. He pulled out his phone and swung it in front of Carlos.

Speaking to Wade, he threatened, "If this Little brat dares to have me handcuffed today, I'll make sure I go down with him as well. I'll invite all the major media houses against him and put the story out there for the whole world to see. If he wants to see what impact it will have on the Hilton Group, let him dare!"

Wearing an unflappable face, Carlos held back his anger. With his eyes on James, he instructed Emmett, “Give him the phone numbers of the most popular reporters in the city." After a short pause, he asked James aggressively, "Do you want to make the phone call first before going with the police? You can as well refuse to follow them, but then, my team of Lawyers will be ready to file charges against you. The ball is in your court."

James was dumbstruck.

Meanwhile, Emmett had found one of the numbers and asked cautiously,

“James, this is the phone number..."

“Get lost!" James roared, his face contorting in anger. He thundered so loud that the whole manor reverberated with his threat.

Instinctively, Emmett put away his phone. But Carlos, remaining unflappable, shifted his gaze to the policemen and said, “Seems Like my dad prefers to wait for the lawsuit at home. Please go back first."

“Okay, Carlos. Goodbye!"

As the policemen left, Carlos went upstairs, ignoring anyone.

In Valerie's bedroom, when she heard no more noises coming from downstairs, she let out a deep sigh. With Megan's help, she dialed a number.

In England

Debbie stood in front of her apartment door as she signed for a parcel.

The young deliveryman handed her a bunch of Louis XIV roses beautifully packed in a quality gift box.