Once she stepped out of the ICU, Debbie sat on the bench dejectedly.

Till now, she still couldn't believe Carlos was gone. It had to be a trick. James was behind it.

But it still didn't feel real. Debbie left the hospital temporarily.

She borrowed a phone and called Jared.

When it all went down, Jared had gotten blind stinking drunk and was crashing at a friend's place. His phone was dead. When Debbie called, he had just gotten home and put his phone on the charger. It was not until he got her call that he knew something horrible had happened.

He unplugged his phone and called Damon immediately.

“Damon, is Carlos really dead?"

"Yeah. Tabitha told me. I'm on my way to the hospital." Wesley was on a mission for the military and they couldn't get a hold of him. Curtis and Colleen were on their way home, returning from abroad.

‘Damn it! What about Debbie and the baby?' Realizing how serious the matter was, he hopped in his sports car and zoomed to the hospital

He didn't stop for anything. Narrowly avoiding being hit, he rounded the last corner for the hospital. When he saw Debbie, she was crouching in a corner, dejected, as if her wits had left her.

"Hey Tomboy. Sorry I wasn't around Last night. I was out drinking with friends. I just woke up.”

Debbie stood up dully and walked over to the car.

"Give a girl a ride home?"

Jared nodded, "No problem. You okay?"

Debbie shook her head. After getting in the car, she asked, "Did you call your brother?"

“Yes, I did. He said... Carlos' mom confirmed it."

Debbie gnawed at her lower lip and remained silent. On the way to the manor, she changed her mind.

She asked Jared to take her somewhere to eat first. They got some nice spicy takeout. Afterwards, they drove on toward the manor

When the car came to the entrance to the manor, three security guards stepped in the way, blocking the car from going any further. Debbie rolled the car window down and said, “It's me."

The original security guards had been replaced. She had never met any one of this new batch. One of them seemed a bit embarrassed when he said, "You divorced Carlos, so you're not Mrs. Hilton. You're not allowed inside."

“ James was pretty thorough!

“I need to get my stuff."

Another security guard responded immediately, "Debbie, your things are already packed up. I'll get them for you."

He went inside the manor. In a couple minutes, he walked over with a suitcase.

“My boss says everything you had was bought with Carlos‘ money, so they don't belong to you.”