Debbie smiled bitterly.

“Okay, thanks."

Jared punched the wheel and cursed, "That old son of a bitch!"

On the car ride over, Debbie let him know she signed the divorce agreement. When he heard that, he was so angry that he had wanted to drive back and find James and have him killed. But Debbie stopped him.

It was the same story at Esastin Villa. The security guards stopped her and told her she wasn't allowed inside.

“James is quite ruthless, ' she thought. Jared pulled over.

“What do we do now?" he asked her.

Debbie was silent. This was the first time she had been in a situation like this. She didn't know what to do either.

"I don't care about all this. I just want to know if Carlos is really dead."

Nothing else mattered.

Jared nodded. Once again, he rang up Damon.

“Hi Damon, been to the hospital yet? What did the doctors say?"

Half a minute later, Jared's face turned pale. He hung up and looked

Debbie in the eye.

“Is is it true?" She looked at Jared expectantly.

It took Jared a long moment before he responded with a nod.

“Listen to me, Tomboy. I know you're hurting, but you have to pull it together.

You have a baby to protect."

Debbie shook her head.

“I don't believe it."

She didn't believe Carlos had died just like that.

Then she asked Jared to call Curtis. But Curtis' phone went straight to voicemail. Maybe just as Damon said, Curtis was on a plane bound for

Alorith.

Debbie pressed her head against the car window, mumbling, “Damon never liked me. I don't trust him. I'll ask Mr. Loftus when he comes back.

He's a good guy, and wouldn't lie.”