Deep down, Carla knew that the only reason Zayn did that was to make her familiarize with the operations of the company. When he was no longer around, he hoped that she could take over Giblo Group.
Her heart sank at that thought. Yet, she brushed it aside and replied with a smile, "Duly noted. However, I want to pay Mount Phoenix a visit. I missed the chance to pay my final respect to Dr. Feroma's the last time, and I felt really bad about it. Hence, I really wanted to go visit his grave."
"You can go there next time." Zayn held her hands and said, "I don't want you to leave me now."
"I'll only be gone for a day. I asked Rogan to arrange for a private jet to take me there in the morning. I'll be home in the evening." Carla pacified him, "Don't you worry. I'll bring more people along on this trip. Rest assured that nothing bad will happen."
Actually, she had no intention of leaving Zayn's side too, especially at this critical moment. Time was not on their side. How she wished to stay with him forever and ever!
"Okay then." He gave in to her decision. "Let me take over the arrangement of the private jet and get someone to send you over."
Carla agreed. "Sure, I shall set off tomorrow morning."
"All right, leave it to me." He kissed her forehead. "Go and spend some time with the kids. I need to work on a document."
"Okay." As soon as Carla exited the study room, the smile on her face faded. It was replaced with a frown and a heavy heart.
I might not gain anything from this trip to Mount Phoenix. Anyhow, I must stay hopeful. I must try my best and have a positive mindset even if the chance of success is slim.
"Dinner is ready, Mrs. Giblo, " Vela announced in a gentle tone.
Carla was taken aback. Immediately, she responded with a question, "What did you call me, Mrs. Bolistin?"
"Mrs. Giblo, " Vela replied with a wide smile. "You and Mr. Zayn are getting married. So, we should address your title correctly."
"Mrs. Giblo!" Right then, Remon, the bodyguard reported, "The private jet is all set to take off at eight tomorrow morning. We will return at nine at night. Is that fine?"
"Yes, this will do. Thank you for your help." Carla nodded approvingly.
"I shall help you to pack your luggage, Mrs. Giblo." All the maids in the house began to address her as such.
Carla felt slightly awkward with her new title. In fact, she was feeling uneasy about the change.
"You'll get used to it." Vela stroked her back dotingly. "I shall bring the kids down for dinner."
"Let me do that. The bunch of monkeys are too noisy, " Carla said casually. "Could you get Zayn instead?"
"Sure, Mrs. Giblo." Vela let out a smile before heading upstairs.
Shortly after Carla headed out to the garden to look for the children, she heard a sudden scream from Vela. Terrified, she went back in. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothing, Mrs. Giblo. I accidentally knocked over something and smashed it to pieces."
When Carla dashed upstairs, she found Vela.
"Where's Zayn?" She darted toward the study room, and she bumped into Benard, who was walking out. "Mr. Giblo is getting changed. He will head down very soon."
"Is everything all right with him?"
Carla's heart was pounding rapidly as her face turned pale. Yet, she stopped in her tracks.
"Everything's fine, " Benard assured her. "Why don't you wait downstairs? We will be down in a minute."
"Sure." Carla took a quick glance at the door and went away.
The flight of stairs felt like a never-ending winding road through the hills. She trudged through each step with immense difficulty.
At that point, she felt like a big rock had knocked the breath right out of her, leaving her gasping for air.
Something must have happened to Zayn, but Benard and Mrs. Bolistin didn't want the children and me to know. So, they are covering up for him.
A dark cloud was hanging over Carla's head. She wanted to rush in and embrace Zayn so badly. At the same time, she knew that it would be a bitter pill for him to swallow if she did that.
He was always a proud person; more arrogant than anyone she knew. He would never ever let her see him at his worst. Therefore, she could only pretend to be ignorant as a wave of sorrow enveloped her bleeding heart.
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