Burning Passion: Love Never Die

She felt a pang in her heart.

“Do you know why Wesley and I decided to foster Megan? Because her parents both died a horrible death to cover us.”

She soon realized that the woman he had tried to protect was Megan.

Debbie wasn’t sure what she was feeling anymore. It was complicated.

Part of her felt that Carlos had done the right thing while the rest of her felt like crying. She was so conflicted.

Carlos continued, “Megan was only twelve at the time and she watched her parents die. The horror was too much for even Wesley and me to bear, Let alone for her, who was only a Little girl. Stimulated by what had happened in front of her, her asthma had come back. She was taken to hospital soon enough to just save her life. It was a painful day for everyone. She could have died that day…” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Imagining the horrible scene, which was even difficult for a tough guy like Carlos to describe, Debbie immediately felt sympathetic towards

Megan.

She now thought that Carlos had done the right thing by saving the girl this time, though he had gotten himself badly wounded.

Debbie banished all the negative feelings in her heart and said, “I’ll go check if the doctor has come.” Then she turned and walked towards the door.

Carlos didn’t stop her. He slowly passed out as Debbie walked down the stairs.

A few minutes later, Debbie came back to the room with the doctor at her heels. As she saw the man lying there, motionless, his eyes closed, her body went stiff with uncontrollable fear. She ran over to the bed to check on him, and she saw that the bed was soaked with the blood from his wounds.

“Car…Carlos,” she called. Tears welled up in her eyes the minute Carlos’ name escaped her lips.

“Wake up! Please don’t scare me like this.”

She patted his face softly, trying to wake him up.

“I’LL be good. I’UL attend all the classes you’ve arranged for me. I’ll do everything you’ve asked me to do. Just wake up. Please!” she begged.

Carlos’ eyes slowly fluttered open. Looking at the wailing girl by his bedside, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Really?”

Debbie stopped crying and nodded repeatedly. She sighed, relieved to hear his voice.

“Yes, I promise. Just don’t go passing out on me again, okay?”

The doctor got everything ready for his immediate treatment.

“Carlos,

I’ll stop the bleeding first,” he said, swiftly getting to work on

Carlos’ wounds.

A trace of smile appeared on Carlos’ pale face when he Looked at

Debbie’s tear-stained face.