THE HUMILIATED SUBSTITUTE HUSBAND
CHAPTER 43: GUILT

Arriving at the hospital, Debora immediately ran out of the taxi without waiting for Delon to complete the payment. The man was surprised and confused himself to see it.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Delon rushed following. Had stopped when the slippers of the house that had been embedded in Debora's feet, off one.

Delon picked up yellow feather sandals, with a duck shape sticking out his tongue and crossed eyes. “Persis like its owner!”

The man is grieving. Stretching with steady steps without caring about the surroundings that are now focusing attention on him. The man was dressed neatly, with one character slipper in his hand. His eyes rolled all over the hospital.

It looks like the prince is looking for Cinderella. Unfortunately, it was not the glass shoes he had brought. Delon snorted in annoyance when he could not find Deborah. “Damn it! Died so!” he turned to the information section.

As per the instincts running in his brain, Delon immediately mentioned Richard's name. Because, from earlier Velyn who picked up the phone of her master. Sure enough, after getting Richard's nursery, Delon immediately rushed over. His flat face covered the panic that was actually shackling. I was worried something might happen to Richard.

Just about to swing his hand to knock, Delon sharpened his hearing. The sobs that sounded made his heartbeat run even more. He opened the door violently. Breathing gasps.

"Delon?" call Velyn the first to see it.

Deborah was crying in the arms of the woman. Still with his suit wrapped around the girl's tiny body.

“Come in,” command Velyn to raise her head, leading to the patient bed.”

"Sorry, Miss,” he said bowing his head, feeling disrespectful because of the origin of nyelonong.

“It's okay.” Velyn stroked Debora's long hair that was so tangled. Calm down that one-of-a-kind sister, despite not understanding what really happened. Velyn invited her to sit on the sofa, Deborah said without taking off her brother's tight hug.

Delon glanced at Debora, but was invisible. The girl's face was hidden in her brother's chest. His crying even sounded bitter.

“Master, you why?” ask Delon worried.

“Small injuries, new tasks for you. Find Gerald and drag him to the police station. Make a premeditated murder report,” Richard explained.

Of course it was very surprising for Delon, he moved to sit to ask the chronology of events. Deftly the man took out his fighting tools from inside the bag, noting all the information his master delivered without interrupting.

On the other hand, Debora already seemed calmer. It's just that it still sounds a little sobbing every now and then. Her eye beads are swollen and reddened.

Velyn stood up, fetching mineral water from the refrigerator available in the room. Unseal her, then thrust at her sister.

“Bring no comb earlier?” velyn asked who was only answered by shaking his head.

“I bring, Miss!” serobot Delon who accidentally stole Velyn's question.

Richard raised a suspicious look, “You didn't listen to me?” ask Richard.

“Very cool your ears. Can catch two different sides!” praise Richard chuckling.

Delon rested his flap hair backwards, unraveling an awkward smile while nodding.

“Mana?” Velyn was already standing beside him, raising her hand.

Soon the man picked up a comb that was always in his briefcase. Laying quietly on the palm of Velyn's hand without daring to come into contact with the woman's smooth skin. Since then, there was a pair of eyes ready to pounce on him.

“Still!” Velyn returns to her sister, starting to tidy up Debora's long hair that is partially covered in Delon's suit. Then start to brush it slowly.

“This is whose suit? Why do you look like this? Then why suddenly cry like that? Mama and Papa getting scolded?” cycar Velyn's.

“For him, Brother!” point Debora at Delon, without daring to look at her. His voice was so bright and hoarse. But Velyn still heard it clearly.

Velyn twisted her gaze, her eyebrows clinging to each other as her manic berserked with the widened Delon's netra. “You what is my sister, Delon?” velyn yelled waist.

Delon's bead snapped repeatedly. Suddenly panicked until he raised both hands up, like a criminal who was caught red-handed. “Sa .. I'm fine, Miss! Seriously! Ah, or cry over this sandal?” Delon bowed for a moment, returning upright to show one of Debora's character slippers.

Velyn lowered her head, looking at Debora's feet that were indeed dirty next door. And the pair of sandals was embedded in one of his sister's legs. “Hah? How can?”

“He just left it outside. Maybe being cosplay as a cinderella who dreams of being chased by a prince,” said Delon rolled his eyes lazy.

“Kak! Not that way! He suddenly pulled my hand forcefully. Banging me out and telling me to get into the taxi violently, Brother,” cried Deborah again sobbing. Tears spread in both of his black beads. Velyn immediately hugged him again while sighing harshly.

“Excess!” cetus Delon spoke slowly.

Richard who heard it grabbed a pillow and threw it right in Delon's head. “He's traumatized! Not long ago harassed the brand. Your attitude ignited his fear again, Delon!” richard defended his brother-in-law. Although the girl was annoying, Richard understood and still considered her like a sister himself. Especially so far he has lived alone without a brother.

DEG!

Guilt instantly began to spread throughout Delon's body, swallowing the hard-earned saliva, “So ...”

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