chapter 1387
Zayn continued to be in and out of sleep for the rest of the day. Whenever he woke up, he'd only ask for the time and the well-being of his children and Carla before going back to sleep again.
Because of that, he hadn't eaten anything except for the sips of water when he took his medicine.
It was past nine at night when Zayn roused from his sleep and once again asked if Carla had returned.
Benard remained calm and collected as he replied, "Freda informed me that they'd be staying at Mount Phoenix for a couple more days. Ms. Lierger was very worried about your injuries and even asked me how you were doing. I assured her that you're all right and recovering well—"
"No. Don't tell her about my condition, " Zayn firmly instructed.
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Fortunately, Benard knew the right words to say so it wouldn't arouse Zayn's suspicions. It also helped that Zayn was too out of sorts to detect Benard's lies.
"Don't call too much either, or Carla will suspect something…" Zayn mumbled, his eyes getting heavier by the second. "Remember to inform me when she's back."
"I know. Stop worrying and go to sleep, " Benard said as he adjusted the blanket.
Zayn ended up sleeping for more than twenty hours, but even then, he still looked exhausted.
Despite that, there was no denying that his condition was gradually improving, thus proving that Dr. Solova's operation was a success.
Benard, however, hadn't slept a wink in two nights. Although everyone begged him to take a nap, he just couldn't lay his worries to rest and insisted on staying up to watch over Zayn.
On top of that, he'd call Remon every two hours to ask about Carla and Freda's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the search for them was still underway, and Remon could offer no further updates.
As such, Benard decided to deploy a few people to Phoenix City.
Carla, Freda, please be all right!
Time continued to pass by, and it was early morning when Zayn finally woke from his deep slumber. Not only did he look a lot more energetic, but he also clamored for Vela's beef stroganoff.
Naturally, Benard was more than happy to accede to his request.
Just like Benard, Vela had been so worried about Zayn's safety that she hadn't had a good night's sleep. When she heard that he was craving her food, she shed happy tears and rushed off to cook.
Zayn sat up in bed with Benard's help and stretched his limbs. "Wow. How long have I been sleeping? My body feels like it's falling apart."
"You've slept for almost two days, " Benard replied with a chuckle. "But everything's fine now. You look like you're in good spirits."
"Yes, I feel full of energy too, " Zayn muttered as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Fill the tub for me. I'm going to take a nice, long bath before I knock everyone out with my odor."
"Hahaha, will do!"
As Benard hurried off to the bathroom, Zayn retrieved his phone from under the pillow. Alas, all he saw were concerned text messages from Nella. With nary a call or text from Carla, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
Oh, forget it. Carla has always been like that. I shouldn't be so calculative.
He called Carla immediately after, only to find out that her phone was switched off.
Could she be on her way back in the private jet? Is that why she had to turn her phone off?
"Mr. Giblo, your bath is ready, " Benard announced while walking out of the bathroom.
"Has Freda called you?" Zayn suddenly asked.
"Yes, she just did. They're still up in the mountains…"
Benard went on with his carefully fabricated lie, but the more he said, the more he realized Zayn's expression had changed.
"Mr. Giblo, I—"
"Idiot!" Zayn thundered as he kicked Benard to the floor. "How dare you lie to me!"
Now that Zayn was awake and lucid, Benard could no longer pull the wool over his eyes.
"Mr. Giblo, I—"
"Tell me the truth!" Zayn demanded, rage pulsing through his veins.
Under such circumstances, Benard had no choice but to come clean with Zayn. "We've lost contact with Ms. Lierger since last night…"
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