Zayn Is Worried
At late night, peace and quiet returned to Southridge.
The venue was well-decorated for the long-awaited moment, and there was an unmissable hint of blissfulness in the air.
The maids were already in bed as they had to wake up early for the wedding ceremony the following morning.
As for the bodyguards, they were taking their posts as scheduled.
Freda and Rogan brought the soundly asleep triplets back to Northridge. Reluctantly, Carla bid Zayn goodbye. "Hubby, I'm going back now."
Zayn gazed at her lovingly. "Go ahead then. We'll get to see each other again tomorrow morning. It's just a few hours."
"But I don't feel like parting with you now." She tightened her arms around his waist.
Somehow, an inexplicable sense of fear surged within her, as if she had a premonition that a tragedy would occur.
"Then don't go over there. Just stay the night here." He stroked her long, ruffled hair as he coaxed.
Carla blushed as she rejected his suggestion. "No way! We still have to follow the custom. You'll need to pick me up from Northridge tomorrow morning!"
Zayn burst into laughter and teased her, "We've been living together as a family anyway. There's no need to go through so much trouble!"
"Hey!" Carla punched him lightly on the chest.
Pinching her cheek affectionately, he pointed at the triplets in Freda's and Rogan's arms and said, "You'd better go back now. The three of them are already asleep. It's getting colder at night, so they might catch a cold if you stay here any longer."
"All right. I'll go now." Carla hugged him again before pulling herself away from him reluctantly.
When she turned to look for Randy, Josh, and Venus, Vela told her they had gone to bed. Thus, Carla had no choice but to leave without them. After all, Zayn would go over to Northridge the following morning, and they would be reunited again.
When Zayn sent them off, he reminded Bugara and Remon to keep their guard up in Northridge.
After the convoy from Northridge left, he turned to walk back to the house and get some sleep. All of a sudden, he was overcome by a wave of dizziness. Within seconds, his whole body went limp, and he was going to fall onto the ground. In the nick of time, he stretched out his arms to hold onto the wall, preventing himself from collapsing.
Benard dashed toward him to help him up. "Mr. Giblo! Are you all right?"
"Help me in…" Zayn did not wish to bump into anyone else when he was in such a frail state.
"Yes, Mr. Giblo!" Benard was about to support him, but he lost his balance and fell onto the ground.
"Mr. Giblo!" Brandy darted toward them and helped Zayn back into the room with Benard.
"I'll give Naya a call now!" Benard whipped out his phone and was about to make a call, but Zayn raised his hand to stop him.
Benard exclaimed anxiously, "Mr. Giblo, but you—"
"It's useless, " Zayn murmured weakly.
Overwhelmed by sorrow, Benard was stumped for words.
Brandy clenched his fists, despising himself for not being able to help with anything.
"Brandy, " Zayn called out to him feebly.
"Mr. Giblo, I'm here." He moved forward at once and kneeled on one knee at Zayn's bedside, awaiting his instruction.
"Bring your men to… stand guard… at Northridge… We mustn't let an accident happen again…" Zayn was apparently becoming weaker, but he was still mustering up his strength to give Brandy a command.
"Yes, Mr. Giblo. I'll bring them over now." Brandy nodded respectfully.
He knew too well that Carla was devastated when the wedding ceremony was ruined two years ago and understood that Zayn was extra vigilant because he did not wish for her to experience the pain again.
Zayn yearned to present Carla with a perfect wedding before he breathed his last. Hence, he instructed Brandy to bring along most of the subordinates to protect her in Northridge.
"Go ahead. I'll be here." Benard moved closer and crouched down next to Zayn's bed, ready to listen to his instruction. "Mr. Giblo, do you have any other orders?"
Zayn was weak as a kitten, but he was still filled with worry. "Send your men to protect Jamal and Thompson… They're the guardians of Giblo Group. If anything happens to them… Carla and the kids would be defenseless…"
Benard reassured him, "Mr. Giblo, I get it. Don't worry. I've arranged for Remon, Polka, and the others to go over. Everything is already taken care of."
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