The marks meant that Zayn had been undergoing treatment the whole time, yet she was oblivious to it.
It was not until he experienced a relapse and lost his vision that she finally noticed.
At that thought, Carla blamed herself for everything that had happened. Considering how severe Zayn's condition had gotten by then, it would be well and good if he could be cured.
If he ended up dying at a young age because of her, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
"Ms. Lierger, why don't you let me do it?" Worried that Carla would notice something, Naya frantically came up with an excuse. "Your hand hasn't recovered yet, so you shouldn't let it come into contact with water."
"At most, my wound will only worsen." Carla took a deep breath and choked out, "But he… He is in danger of losing his life. I don't know how much time I have left to take care of him."
Naya was stunned to hear her words. Realizing something, she asked in a panic, "Ms. Lierger, d-do you—"
"Yes, I know." Carla let out a sorrowful sigh. "All of you should have told me earlier."
"How did you… Did Benard tell you?"
Naya was flustered. If Zayn woke up and learned that Carla knew the truth of his condition, he would definitely lose his temper.
"Not him." Carla cooked up an excuse. "I coerced Hapilia into telling me about it. Besides, I'm not a fool. How can he be so grievously injured because of a vase?"
"Since the cat is out of the bag, could you help us contact Derelo?" Naya could no longer care less about hiding the truth and asked candidly. All they wanted was for Zayn to recover.
"I'm on it." Carla gently stroked Zayn's face. "By hook or by crook, I'll find him!"
"That's wonderful!" Naya was overwhelmed with emotions. "I told them that we should have told you about this. After all, only you can locate Derelo."
"Leave Derelo to me. Once I have a lead, I'll fly to Erihal at once." Carla turned toward her and urged, "Once he wakes up, you should pretend that I'm still unaware of his condition. If not, he will feel burdened."
"Yes, definitely." Naya nodded profusely. "I share your sentiment. After all, Mr. Giblo is a proud man. If he finds out that you know about his condition, he won't be able to accept it."
"That's why you and Benard should mind your words, " Carla warned.
"Understood." Naya smiled wryly with teary eyes. "Now, I can finally rest easy. Or else, your frequent quarrels with him would aggravate his condition."
"It won't happen again."
Carla cupped Zayn's face and gently ran her fingers over his cracked lips. Tormented by her guilt, she swore that she would care for him and never hurt him again.
When Naya saw her reaction, she felt a sense of relief, for she knew that the couple's relationship depended on Carla.
Despite his cold demeanor, Zayn's affection for Carla was deep. As long as she was willing to let go of the past, both of them would definitely be able to reconcile, just like old times.
Since Carla was aware of the truth, Naya quietly left the room, not wanting to disturb them further. Before she left, she reminded Carla to press the button by the bed if she ever needed help.
Staying by Zayn's side, Carla teared up as she recalled everything that had happened in the past.
Meanwhile, in the study downstairs, Randy questioned Thompson directly, "Mr. Thompson, do you have something against my mommy?"
"Randy, sometimes, the affairs of adults are hard to explain, " Thompson replied softly. "However, I will never harm your mommy."
"Sometimes, treating someone indifferently and shunning them is a form of abuse." Randy stared into his eyes. "Although you didn't bully mommy as Great-grandpa did, she would still be hurt by your attitude."
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