If it were before, Carla would definitely be infuriated. In fact, she might even mock Zayn and storm off. However, since she knew the truth, her mood was entirely different.
"Ms. Wigston, you're back!"
When Vela's excited voice rang out, Carla looked up. Among everyone in the house, only she came out to welcome her happily. "It's good to have you back. Mr. Zayn has been worried sick about you."
"Where is he?"
Just when Carla was about to enter the house, she was stopped at the door by Thompson's subordinates, who used to work under Jombo.
The two men stepped in her way and forbade her from entering.
"Ms. Lierger, if you don't mind my lowly status, I would like to speak to you in private." Despite Thompson's humble words, there was an air of intimidation behind it.
"Thompson…" Just when Vela wanted to say something in Carla's defense, she held her tongue when she saw the look on his face.
"Mr. Thompson, I would like to see Zayn first. We can talk after that, all right?"
Carla treated Thompson with the utmost respect. That was because when Jombo made life difficult for her, Thompson would always adopt an impartial attitude and even protect her sometimes.
"You infuriated Mr. Zayn that he…" The moment Thompson brought the topic up, his entire body trembled in anger. "I will look past the fact that the first time he suffered a relapse was from saving you.
However, just when he was rescued from the brink of death, you provoked him again, causing him to now be…"
Just as he spoke, his eyes reddened.
With a tone filled with anger and pain, he continued, "Carla, when Mr. Jombo was still around, I would always advise him to be impartial and considerate no matter how difficult he made your life to be. But now, after seeing Mr. Zayn in this condition, I can no longer be forbearing."
"What happened to him?" Carla was ridden with anxiety that she barged into the house and demanded, "I want to see him!"
"Stop right there!" Thompson barked. When his subordinates were about to block her way, she shoved them aside angrily. "How dare you stop me?"
"You—"
"Who is causing a ruckus down here?"
Just as Thompson was about to speak, a frosty voice sounded from upstairs.
Carla turned to look and saw Nella standing by the railings on the second floor. The latter looked down at her in a condescending manner. "Carla Lierger, where are your manners? How could you barge into someone else's home without permission?"
"Since when do you have the right to say anything here?" Carla glared at her.
"You are not the one to decide that." Nella gradually walked down the stairs. "Now that Mr. Giblo is being treated, he needs peace. So please leave immediately and don't disturb him."
"What gives you the right—" Carla roared.
"The fact that I brought the doctor over and saved Mr. Giblo's life." Nella raised her eyebrows. "Why don't you ask everyone in this house who deserves to stay?"
"You—"
"It goes without saying that it's Ms. Gold, " Thompson proclaimed calmly. "In both of Mr. Zayn's relapses, I shudder to think of the consequences if Ms. Gold hadn't brought Dr. Solova over. As of now, Dr. Solova only takes orders from Ms. Gold. You can't leave Mr. Zayn's side, Ms. Gold."
"Did you hear that?" Nella taunted while glaring at Carla. "What are you waiting for?"
Carla was disheartened by the words she had heard. She had only left for three days, yet Nella had taken over the entire household.
Directing her gaze at the bodyguards and maids in the living hall, she saw them lowering their heads in silence.
Only Vela looked at her with misty eyes. Nevertheless, she, too, did not have the courage to speak up.
Carla was incensed and heartbroken at the same time. Just when she was about to give Benard a call, a tender yet authoritative voice sounded. "No one can chase my mommy away."
Turning to look, Carla saw Randy, Josh, and Venus alighting from the car together with Polka. The kids then sprinted inside the house and stood before her to protect their mother.
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