"I'm on my way." Carl added sternly, "Whatever Zayn does, don't push his buttons. Be patient and make concessions if you need to until I arrive."
Lisa was frustrated at his advice. "Why are you so scared of him? We're in F Nation."
He merely retorted, "You've led a sheltered life for far too long, and you're out of touch with the dangers out there. You need to trust me on this; don't cause more trouble-"
"Okay, okay, I got it, " came Lisa's reluctant agreement. "Now hurry up! I'm going to check on Lucas."
After hanging up, she did not immediately visit Lucas but instead turned to her subordinates. "Have all our bodyguards patrol the periphery. If anyone catches Zayn messing around, seize him immediately."
"Yes, Lady Lisa."
The order did little to soothe Lisa's anxiety, and she eventually grabbed a gun from a drawer and hid it beneath her clothes before visiting her son.
Meanwhile, Carla was taking a shower when she noticed some marks on her body. She gasped in shock. "What's this?"
Rogan was surprised as well, and she sputtered, "Ms. Lierger, did you and Sir Lucas-"
"I don't remember a thing, " Carla interrupted as she clutched her forehead in frustration.
She tried her best to recall what happened earlier.
"I remember chatting with Lucas after coming back to my room. We argued, and I slapped him so hard that his nose began bleeding. He got himself cleaned up in the bathroom while I drank some water on the couch. I fell asleep after that."
Carla had a splitting headache then. "I really don't remember anything after that."
Rogan said, "Did Sir Lucas do something while you-"
She could hardly bring herself to finish her sentence as she became overwhelmed with anger.
"That jerk! And here I thought he was a real gentleman! I can't believe he's so dishonorable! I'm going to kill him!"
Rogan made to leave the room, huffing with anger, when Freda pulled her back. "What are you doing? Nothing's confirmed yet, and you're rushing about like some headless chicken. Get a grip!"
"But Sir Lucas took advantage of Ms. Lierger."
Freda repeated herself, "We need to clarify things before jumping to conclusions."
"Aren't things clear enough already? The proof is right in front of you!"
"You've literally considered one possibility."
"I-"
"Enough! Please stop fighting, " Carla pleaded as their argument worsened her headache.
"Sorry, " the two of them said in unison, lowering their heads in shame.
Carla tried her best to consider the situation logically. "Lucas wouldn't do something like this. The key to solving this puzzle is my memory loss. My gut instinct tells me that nothing happened between us. But
if that's the case, where did these marks on my body come from, then?"
"Something's fishy about this whole situation." After some thought, Freda continued, "I'll check things out; we might be missing something."
Carla's heart skipped a beat as a face suddenly came to mind. "He saw it!"
Freda immediately understood who she meant. "I didn't expect Mr. Giblo to show up at this time. You won't be able to play dumb about this now."
"Mr. Giblo's got a temper, though. I have no idea what he'll do next." Rogan sounded worried as well.
Carla's mind drifted to her kids. She addressed Freda, "You should leave to keep an eye on the children. Don't let them know about this. Bring Josh, Randy, and Venus to the pasture; you can bring Daemon's children along. Tell them that Mommy and Daddy have some things to discuss and will pick them up a bit later."
"I'm on it." Right before Freda left, she turned to Rogan and said, "Stay here and accompany Ms. Lierger. Make sure she's okay."
"Got it."
Freda bumped into Marianne the moment she left Carla's room.
Marianne was heading to Lucas' bedroom with a steaming bowl of chicken soup.
The sight suddenly reminded Freda of the two glasses of water from last night. Maybe something's wrong with the water.
She immediately ordered Jewel to track down the drinking glasses from last night and send them for analysis.
Jewel got to work at once.
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