A Mysterious Call
"Mrs. Giblo!" Vela held her hastily. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, Ms. Lierger!" Freda happened to walk in and witnessed the scene.
She immediately led Carla to rest on the couch.
"Hurry, have some medicinal broth." Vela came over with the bowl of broth she had prepared. Her eyes turning red, she asked, "Are you exhausted, or are you starving and suffering from low blood sugar?"
"Both, I suppose."
After Freda fed Carla some of the medicinal broth, the latter's cheeks turned rosy.
"Stop doing this!" Freda huffed. "As a human being, you need to rest! Many of us are injured. Do you want to add on to the list?"
"All right. Cut the crap, " Carla replied weakly.
"I don't care. You have to rest tonight!" Freda declared, her eyes turning red. "Otherwise, I'll inform the children!"
"You're bold enough to threaten me now, huh?" Carla remarked, covering her heating forehead lazily.
"Listen to us, Mrs. Giblo. Eat something and go to bed." Vela brought something over. "Here, have some oatmeal."
Carla had to give in to them and sipped on the oatmeal slowly. Underneath their watchful gazes, she returned to her room to take a hot shower before going to bed.
Yes, she was exhausted, but she was afraid of going to bed.
Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Zayn struggling helplessly in the fire would pop up. That thought alone would make her go crazy.
"Have a good rest. You're tired and need some sleep." Freda sat beside her to keep her company. "Don't think too much and close your eyes."
Closing her eyes, Carla gradually drifted off to sleep.
Freda carefully brushed her hair away from her cheeks before pulling up the covers for her. She then sat aside patiently.
Vela set down a thermos flask and said in a low voice, "There's some tea inside. If Mrs. Giblo feels unwell after waking up, she can have some."
"Thanks, Mrs. Bolistin. You can leave now, " Freda thanked her gratefully before sending her out.
Exhaustion caught up to Carla, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.
Freda covered herself in a blanket and made herself comfortable on the couch. As she recalled the recent events, her heart sank in despair. She felt utterly powerless.
Danger is lurking all around, so Carla is barely hanging on. It's just the beginning. If she collapses now, what will happen next?
She was deep in thought when her phone began vibrating. Pulling it out, she frowned at the sight of an unknown number. However, she still headed to the bathroom to answer it. "Hello?"
"It's me, " came a deep and cold voice.
"Mr. Lierger!"
Freda nearly jolted in fright, but she hurriedly covered her mouth and turned at her shoulder.
After making sure Carla wasn't alerted, she asked in a shaking voice, "Mr. Lierger, it's you? A-Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, " came Daemon's curt reply.
"I—"
He cut in, "Listen, don't tell Carla I called."
"Yes, yes." Freda nodded.
"I have a few questions for you. Be honest with me."
"Sure!"
"Is Zayn Giblo really dead?"
"Well…" Freda hesitated before answering honestly, "I'm not sure. After the fire, the police didn't find him at the scene. They said a fire happened in the room, ignited by a poisonous substance. It supposedly can burn a man to ashes, so…"
"A poisonous substance?" Daemon murmured.
"Yes, that was stated by the police. They suspected that Mr. Giblo had perished in the fire, but Ms. Lierger refused to buy their account. She thinks he's still alive."
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