“Oh my God! How sad! What about his wife?"

“I don't know. I've been out of the country for a while and just got back. But you bet everyone in Alorith knows."

He had been in a coma for a time-these words were Like a magical bell ringing in Debbie's head. She stood still, lost in her thoughts. ‘But he was dead. I went to the funeral. I left, because there was no reason to stay. I was doing just fine, and now he's...not dead?

When she broke out of her reverie, her host Milo walked Carlos out.

Ignoring everyone's curious eyes, she lifted her dress to stop it from tripping her and rushed towards the entrance in a panic.

Debbie got there just in time to see Milo closing the door of a luxurious car. The car window rolled down, revealing a woman's pretty face.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Milo. We're going now.”

A man was sitting next to the woman, but Debbie couldn't see his face.

The car left. Debbie snapped back to reality and grabbed Milo's sleeve.

In an anxious voice, she asked, "Milo, is that man... Carlos?"

No one save Debbie herself knew how much courage it took for her to utter that name.

Milo nodded.

"Yes, it is. What's wrong?"

“Carlos...he's... he's still alive...‘ Her eyes misted with tears as she asked cautiously, "But I heard... he was dead..." She could barely talk at this point.

“Who told you that? He was injured in a car accident, and he's been recovering for the past couple years. Debbie, are you alright?"

"He didn't die... He's alive...’

‘m fine!" Debbie cried and Laughed, which confused Milo. He wondered if she was drunk, and he contemplated ordering some attendants to get her home to sleep it off. She was just too happy that Carlos was still alive.

Despite his confusion, Milo shook his head and was about to walk back to the hall. After all, there were still many guests to attend to.

He had only walked a few steps before Debbie called his name. He stopped impatiently. She took a deep breath to calm down and asked in a polite manner, “Sorry for my rude behavior, Milo. Can you please tell me where Carlos went?"

“Why do you ask?" he replied.

She came over to him and pleaded with a hopeful expression, "Milo, please. I have something very important to tell him."

Milo was stunned for a while. Maybe he was touched by her pleading eyes, or maybe he was in a good mood this evening thanks to the party.

Debbie was a hot singer, one of the rich and famous. It wouldn't do any harm, he told himself. He revealed to Debbie where Carlos was holed up.

Wiping her tears, Debbie bowed to him and said seriously, “Thank you,

Milo. If you need anything at all, just ask."