Carla was overwhelmed by his warning. "No! Brad is innocent! We haven't—"
"If we hadn't made our way into the room just now, I'm sure you're having the best time of your life by now, aren't you?"
Zayn gritted his teeth and caressed Carla's swollen cheek.
Actually, he had misunderstood her words because he thought she was talking about the incident that had occurred in the room.
Carla shook her head and rebutted, "No! Actually, Brad isn't the—"Knock! Knock! Knock!
Someone knocked on the door anxiously before Carla could tell Zayn the truth.
Benard announced, "Mr. Giblo, old Mr. Giblo is here!"
Irked by Benard's presence, Zayn replied with a frown, "Alright." He squeezed Carla's cheek and repeated himself, "I'm warning you for one last time, Carla! You better stop pushing your luck and challenging my limits!"
She stared at him open-mouthed, but she dared not defy his words because she was intimidated by his warning.
Zayn narrowed his eyes and added in an uncanny way, "Perhaps I won't come after you, but I won't hesitate at all when it comes to your beloved children and your friends! They're the ones who have to bear the consequences of your foolish action!"
Carla shook her head vigorously and begged, "No! Please! Don't hurt them!"
"If you want me to spare them, you should stay away from Brad!" Zayn lifted her back to the couch and removed his blazer, putting it on Carla. When he passed by Benard's side at the entrance, he instructed, "Get Naya over!"
"Yes!" Benard took a peek at Carla, who was on the couch, before closing the door.
Carla leaned against the couch, but she couldn't stop herself from shivering because of the fear she felt deep down.
She couldn't imagine the things that would occur when Zayn lost his mind and put their children at stake.
Eventually, the thought of telling Zayn the truth crossed Carla's mind because their children might be safe if he was aware of their actual identity. Perhaps Zayn would stay away from Brad as well.
With that being said, Carla was afraid her children would be influenced by their aggressive and violent father should they grow up with him.
Knock! Knock!
While she lost herself thinking about all sorts of things, she heard someone knocking on the door. A few seconds later, Naya entered the room and asked, "Miss Wigston, have you hurt yourself?"
"Dr. Goman… O-Ouch…"
Carla tried to sit upright, but the moment she tried to move around, she would feel the excruciating pain in her waist.
"Please stay right there, Miss Wigston! I'll check on your wounds." After a simple examination, Naya suggested, "Thankfully, you haven't cracked your bones, but let's drop by the hospital for a thorough
diagnosis just to be safe. I'll get everything ready at once."
"Dr. Goman, have you seen Brad? Is he fine?"
Carla was worried about Brad's condition because he had always been a fragile man ever since they were young. She was afraid he would be gravely injured by Zayn's powerful punch.
"I have dropped by and check on his condition just now. He's fine." Naya whispered and asked, "Miss Wigston, how could you be so reckless? You should stop provoking Mr. Giblo if you want to keep your friend safe!"
"I didn't provoke him! He was the one who has lost his mind!" Carla shook her head and shared her concerns with Naya.
"Huh…" Naya heaved a long sigh and got a team of people over to bring Carla to the hospital.
Soon, a few paramedics showed up with a wheelchair and brought Carla away with them through the back entrance.
The weather was frigid as it started pitter-pattering outside.
Holding on to Zayn's blazer, the pale and haggard Carla started trembling in cold and pain.
When she was rushed to the ambulance, she caught a glimpse of Zayn marching out of the banquet hall with a bunch of people behind him.
The guests stood by the entrance as a car approached the entrance of the hall. They seemed to be anticipating the arrival of an honorable guest.
Zayn rushed over to open the door and leaned over to bring the guest out of the car in a courteous manner.
"Who is that?"
Carla was surprised because she didn't expect there would be a figure that could get Zayn to behave himself.
Naya whispered into Carla's ear, "He's old Mr. Giblo! Mr. Giblo's grandfather."
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