Nella lost all hope after hearing that. When she came to the restaurant earlier, she thought Zayn would at least compensate for her loss, but after he gave her that warning, she knew that her life was worth less than a strand of Carla's hair."
He wouldn't care even if she was defiled by Boris, nor would he care if she had AIDS. All he cared about was Carla. He only cares about her.
"I know you won't listen to anything I have to say." Zayn slowed down and advised, "As your friend, I advise you to calm down and get checked. Once the results are out, face it calmly and handle it with finesse." Zayn gesticulated, and Brandy pushed him out.
Nella remained in her seat and saw him off quietly, but the flames of hatred flared within her eyes. She thought it was unfair that Zayn didn't care about her. What does Carla have that I don't? Why does everyone love her? Why can she monopolize Zayn? I did nothing wrong, but this is what I get? This isn't so fair!
This is so unfair!
Zayn came back to his car, but he was still frowning. He knew that someone like Nella would never accept this truth. AIDS had an incubation period that could go on for months. The results weren't out yet, so nobody knew if Boris were infected, and by extension, Nella as well. However, it was that lack of confirmation that could drive people insane.
Nella's mind and soul would be tortured, and she could do extreme things under that kind of pressure.
"Mr. Giblo, should we get someone to keep an eye on Roland?" Brandy asked quietly.
"Yes." Zayn nodded. "Send someone to protect him."
"I understand, sir." Brandy quickly made the arrangements.
Zayn looked up at the overcast sky, and he had a solemn look on his face. He hoped Nella would take his advice and handle the matter calmly, but he wasn't sure if she would. All he could do was advise. Some things had to be done alone, and it was her choice whether she wanted to lock herself up in a cage.
Zayn looked at the time. It was sometime past four, so he was about to return to the company to continue with work, but then an unidentified number gave him a call.
He took it curiously, and a cheeky voice said, "It's ya girl!"
"Dr. Feroma?" Zayn recognized her voice immediately.
"It's time for your session. Don't drag it on, or you'll kill yourself. My tools and meds are on the mountain, so meet up with me there. I'll treat you there, and we'll go to that b_stard's house tonight."
"What did you call him?"
"Oh, sorry. It's Daemon." Derila switched her attitude immediately.
"So you want me to travel to Southridge?" Zayn was curious. Daemon could have asked his guys to take Derila's stuff over. Why did she tell me to meet up with her at Southridge? And she said I'd be dead if I dragged this on.
I mean, I can't drag it on for too long, but a couple of hours should be fine, so why does Derila sound like she's in a hurry?
"Yeah, yeah. You're going to die if you keep this up. Get to Southridge right now. You have to get treated before sunset, or your wife's going to be a ‘widow' soon."
"Um, okay. I see, " Zayn answered reflexively.
"Hurry up and see you at Southridge. Oh, at half-past five." Derila hung up right after that.
Zayn told Bugara to head toward Southridge. Carla texted him while he was on his way. She said that she had prepared the gifts. ‘So when are we going to go to Daemon's place?'
Zayn was about to text her back, then realization struck him.
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