Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Thank you, Mom. The ground is covered in snow, so I’m fine. Don’t worry,” answered Debbie shaking her head.

Learning that she was fine, Tabitha was relieved.

When they were about to head back into the villa, a BMW pulled in beside Megan’s Mercedes. A short, plump woman in a green down jacket threw herself out of the car hurriedly.

She was wearing Lots of jewelry, which she seemed to proudly flaunt.

Obviously one hell of a flashy woman who just couldn’t resist the urge to show off wherever she turned up.

Instead of checking on her son, she trotted over to Carlos and said,

“Hi, Carlos. I’m Jake’s mom.”

Seeing his mom there, Jake thought he had backup, so he cried, “Mommy, mommy, help me! This man is bad. He hit me! And they too. They all bullied me! Boo…hoo…

“My son got hit?’ Her heart ached at the word, but she couldn’t bring herself to confront Carlos. All she did was hug Jake tightly and console him.

“Carlos, I’m sorry I’m late. Awful traffic,” she said to Carlos apologetically.

Carlos looked at her indifferently and demanded with a stern face,

“Apologize to my wife!”

“Huh? When did Carlos get married?’ Jake’s mom wondered. She Looked at the woman next to Carlos and thought, ‘Is this Mrs. Hilton? Why did

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Carlos didn’t even care enough to explain the situation to her. Megan came to her and said, “Jake messed up his wife’s cosmetics, which were worth tens of thousands of dollars.”

Megan left out the rest of the story. Jake’s mom was stunned to hear that the whole thing was just about some cosmetics. She was angry but she restrained herself.

“Mrs. Hilton, my son is crying his heart out just because of some cosmetics?”

Debbie threw a stare at Megan who had left out the most important part of the truth, and was about to say something, when the housemaid that had been with the boy all the time responded, “Lady, Carlos doesn’t care about the money of course. Your son was rude to Mrs. Hilton. He not only messed up Mrs. Hilton’s cosmetics but also hit her with a jar of face cream. And when Mrs. Hilton tried to calm him down while he was throwing his tantrum, he pushed her down to the ground. Don’t you think what your son did is wrong?”

The way the maid referred to Mrs. Hilton again and again made Megan frown in disgust.