But this is just a guess. Carla was in a dire situation back then, and Nella held the children hostage. It's possible that she was forced to do something she didn't want to. However…
"Mr. Giblo." Brandy observed Zayn carefully, but he was also terrified at the same time. "Please do not blame Ms. Lierger for this. She didn't want it either."
"What do you mean ‘she didn't want it'?" Zayn barked.
Brandy looked down quickly and remained motionless.
Carla came in right at that moment. She saw Brandy kneeling before Zayn, and she heard what Zayn said. She knew what was going right away, and the smile on her face was replaced by a solemn look.
"Leave us, " Zayn told Brandy.
"Yes." Brandy got up from the ground. When he saw Carla, he blamed himself all over again for telling Zayn about it. He wanted to apologize to her, but he couldn't bring himself to do that.
"Get your men tested, " Zayn said.
"Yes." Brandy left quietly, leaving Zayn and Carla alone in the office.
They looked at each other, and Carla had mixed feelings about the matter. She understood why Zayn was angry, but she was also sad that he didn't trust her.
"Don't look at me like that." Zayn put his pen down and looked at her. "Come here."
"I'd rather not, " Carla snapped. "I don't want you to get infected."
"By what?" Zayn looked at her in amusement. "Insanity?"
"You're the one who's crazy." Carla shot him a furious glare.
"Hey, keep glaring at me and your eyeballs are going to fall out." Zayn smiled. "Look at yourself. You're just like what you used to be when you worked as a secretary."
"Zayn, you b_stard!" Carla darted over to him and thumped his chest. The pain made him go red, and he kept coughing.
"Are you alright, Hubby? I-I didn't think I've hit you that hard, right?" Shocked, Carla quickly checked up on him.
Zayn pulled her into his embrace right away. Carla gasped in surprise as she fell on his lap. She tried to get up right away, but Zayn held her down firmly. "Don't move. It'll hurt me a lot if you do."
"Let me go then!" Carla was starting to panic.
"No. I'm not letting you go ever." Zayn buried his face in her chest. "You're my wife. Why should I let you go?"
"Aren't you afraid that you might get infected by AIDS?" Carla knew why he misunderstood her, but she was also angry at the same time. The duality of man at work again.
"AIDS? What AIDS?" Zayn glared at her coldly. "You're my precious wife. There's no way you have AIDS."
"You can stop the act now." Carla teared up. "Brandy told you, didn't he? That night back at Stifling Night, Boris…"
"Don't bring that piece of trash up." Zayn was infuriated. "I thought I'd show him mercy, but now I see there's no need for that."
"Zayn." Carla frowned. "You believe it?"
"Believe what?" Zayn asked. "That you and Roland pulled off a switcheroo?"
Carla froze up for a moment. "H-How'd you know? Did Roland tell you about it?"
"No. He's loyal to you and you only." Zayn smiled. "But a switcheroo is an easy thing to figure out. Only a fool like Brandy would think that what he saw was the real deal."
"Wait, you knew?" Carla got even more annoyed after knowing that. "Why'd you ask Brandy that question then?"
"Because he's a fool. He thought you walked right into that trap because you were forced to, but I know you aren't a fool like him."
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