Made of Stone
"What should we do?" Freda fretted anxiously, "Let's reach out to the media and get this under control for now."
"That won't help! Did you forget that the Gold family is in the media business?" Carla countered with a sneer. "How do you think they've managed to control the public discourse so easily?"
"Ah…" Freda did not know what to reply to that.
"Even if we bribed the media to bring them over to our side, it would just be a waste of money. I don't have the strength to fight them right now."
"So, what should we do?" Freda repeated her question helplessly.
She had always been able to solve Carla's problems for her, but now, she had no idea how they would deal with this.
Carla had grown a lot during this period of time. Her wit and intelligence had sharpened exponentially. However, she was still no match for the Gold family.
After all, she was in this all alone.
"I don't know what to do either, " Carla said, rubbing her temple in distress. "We'll just wait and see."
Freda glanced at her in concern as she did not know how to comfort her, and neither did she know what exactly the latter was waiting for.
Right then, she could only offer Carla her company.
That night, Carla stood guard over Alpha in the hospital. From time to time, she would ask Brandy for updates on Randy and Josh.
Freda tried to persuade her to take a rest, but Carla could not still her mind long enough to fall asleep.
In truth, she was exhausted, but she just could not bring herself to close her eyes and fall asleep.
It was the most uncomfortable feeling.
Finally, at four o'clock in the morning, Freda fell asleep sprawled across a chair when she could not stay awake anymore.
Meanwhile, Carla stood by a window and gazed up at the moon. She called out silently in her heart, Zayn, where are you? Where exactly are you? I can't bear this any longer. Please come back soon…
At that moment, in the backyard of a loft in Southridge, a herbal concoction was boiling away in a big black cauldron.
A petite-framed Derelo was performing acupuncture on Zayn next to the bubbling liquid.
For the past fortnight, she had been trying her best and calling on her entire lifetime's worth of experience and expertise to save this man. Yet, he had not shown any response at all. However, he did not die either. It really was the strangest situation.
On that fateful day, Derelo was planning to attempt one last plan to revive Zayn. If this plan failed like all the others, she would surrender this job to Carla and wash her hands of Zayn.
Maybe he's a living dead. Maybe he cannot be saved… How annoying! This is affecting my search for my precious… I don't even how my precious is doing right now…
Derelo glanced at the photo on the table, which she had found at the Giblo residence. It was a photo of Zayn, Carla, and the six children taken in the forest during their pre-wedding shoot.
Derelo felt as if the two adults were distracting her from the kids. Hence, Zayn and Carla's faces were veiled by leaves such that when one glanced at the photo, one would only see the children.
How adorable! Ah, I must stop being distracted. I'm trying to heal someone right now…
Derelo dragged her eyes away from the picture and returned her focus to the acupuncture she was performing on Zayn.
There were seventy-two needles sticking out of Zayn's head at that moment. However, despite looking like a hedgehog, he still did not show any signs of responding to the treatment plan.
Derelo became impatient at his lack of reaction and threatened in an irritable tone, "Hey, Zayn, if you don't give me a response right now, I'll feed you to the dogs!"
However, the man lying on the bed remained motionless.
"You're exactly like Daemon! Are you both made of stone or what?"
The look of disgust on Derelo's face was even more potent than any herbal potion she could concoct.
"Just look at yourself! If you can't recover, then just die quickly. You're just wasting my time at this point… Frankly, I'm all right with taking my time to try different treatment plans on you, but you must understand that I'm really busy right now. I am searching for my babies! I haven't seen them in so long. That idiot Daemon kept me locked up and stopped me from going out for so long! I had to beat up his men, destroy his car and escape through a window! Now, his men are searching for me. If they manage to find me, I'll definitely have to fight that idiot again! Oh, and lately, there has been another
gang searching for me. They must be your enemies. It pisses me off so much every time they shoot at me. If it weren't because I had to take care of you, I would have killed all of them!"
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