Zayn slapped Carla's cheeks with her phone. He questioned, "Are you still holding out? Do you want me to bring the man and the three children in front of you before you're willing to talk? Hmm?"
"No, please don't, " Carla pleaded as she grabbed his hand. "The children are innocent. Don't do anything rash, I beg of you!"
She knew that once she angered him, he was capable of anything.
"Then be honest with me. Are the children yours?" Zayn demanded.
"I…" Carla was in a panic. Realizing the cat was out of the bag, she had no choice but to nod meekly. "Yes!"
"Are they the same kids who took the chip?"
Zayn lifted her chin so that she would look him in the eye.
"Nonono, they didn't steal it, " Carla frantically explained. "A man in black put the chip in Josh's pocket. After that, Dori ate it. I didn't know what happened then. But once I knew, I fed Dori laxatives so that it would poop it out. After that, I cracked my head to think of how to return it to you…"
Her voice was getting softer. The more she spoke, the more terrified she became.
Zayn looked as if he was going to eat her up anytime.
His face was frighteningly gloomy, just like the calm before the storm.
"We really didn't steal the chip. We don't even know what it was…" Carla was still trying to explain desperately. "Think about it, if we really intended to steal it, why didn't we sell it to your competitors? Besides, we even tried our best to return it."
"Who is the father?"
That was the only question Zayn cared about. His voice was exceptionally calm but bone-chilling cold at the same time.
Carla's heart was thumping non-stop as she was in a full-blown panic. She had wanted to say "It's you", but she knew she couldn't tell him the truth yet.
She wanted to spin a lie but was aware she was bad at it.
Or perhaps, being honest with herself, she knew it was impossible for him not to see through her lies.
"Speak!" Zayn roared.
Carla trembled as she looked at him in fear.
"I-I-It's…" She stammered for a long while.
"They're mine?" Although Zayn was trying his best to hide his emotions, he could no longer bear the suspense. "Four years ago, you got pregnant. Instead of having a miscarriage, you bore the triplets. Am I right?"
His eyes were sparkling with anticipation, hoping that he would get a definitive answer.
By now, his hands were trembling from the rush of emotions. He stared intently at Carla's lips, worried that he would miss her reply.
"No, of course not." Carla quickly denied it. "How is that possible!"
She felt that he was the Devil with extreme mood swings, to the extent he might even have blood on his hands. To acknowledge him as the children's father now was simply too frightening for her.
"It isn't me?" Zayn tightened his grip on Carla's cheeks and demanded, "Then who is it?"
Carla trembled in pain and struggled to push his hand away.
Knock! Knock! Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Benard entered to report, "Mr. Giblo, the Chroma family's men have found us."
Those words escalated an already dangerous situation into an even more treacherous one.
Meanwhile, Carla could see the rage in Zayn's eyes. He intensified his grip on her chin as if he wanted to crush her bones.
"It hurts…" Carla moaned meekly.
"Do you still know pain?" Zayn glared at her. "Do the three children belong to… Brad?"
The Chroma family had always kept a low profile. Now that they had mobilized their men to plead mercy for her, it was difficult not to believe that she had an intimate relationship with Brad.
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