"You rascal!" Old Mr. Giblo was quivering with wrath.
Shelley was completely speechless. At first, she thought that persuading her father to convince old Mr. Giblo to come would make it easier for her to take Zayn down a notch and speed up their marriage.
Never had she expected things to unfold this way…
Carla twitched her lips in helplessness. She thought that by saying those words, old Mr. Giblo would be fumed and chuck her out as well as forbid Zayn from seeing her.
And she would be able to break free from his claws.And yet…
She had underestimated the devilry within Zayn.
"Grandpa, don't be upset." Zayn rose from his seat and walked over to massage his grandfather's back. "You have to take care of your health and not let your emotions jeopardize it. What if anything happens to you because of that? You won't be able to meet your great-grandchildren then."
Carla felt a shiver down her spine. Old Mr. Giblo mustn't know about the three children. Otherwise, he would definitely take them away.
"You rascal—"
Furious, old Mr. Giblo gave Zayn a heavy punch.
"Don't get angry, Grandpa. Relax…" Shelley got up from her seat and quickly calmed old Mr. Giblo. Simultaneously, she berated Carla, "It's all because of you. Aren't you going to leave now?"
Carla came back to her senses and immediately stood up to leave.
Naya walked over and supported her.
After hopping into the car, Carla leaned back on the seat with a hopeless face.
There goes my last hope. Does it mean I'll never be able to get rid of Zayn for the rest of my life?
"Mr. Giblo is also at pains to throw off this arranged marriage which is why he's deliberately contending with Old Mr. Giblo, " said Naya. "At this juncture, you should maintain a unified front with him."
"Me?" Carla gave her a wry smile. "I can't wait for him to marry Shelley as soon as possible and let go of me."
She was speaking against her own will when she said that.
It was true that she was trying to be rid of him, but seeing him getting married to Shelley wasn't what she really wanted.
That woman is exceedingly depraved. She doesn't deserve him.
"Miss Wigston, Mr. Giblo genuinely cares about you." Naya couldn't help lamenting, "I've never seen him treating any other woman so mindfully."
"He's just seeking novel pleasure." Carla was both mentally and physically drained. "Besides, with such brutal mindfulness, forget it."
"But—" Naya was going to continue when Carla's phone started ringing. It was Mrs. Borah.
She quickly picked it up, "Hello, Mrs. Borah!"
"Hello, I'm the calling from the property management office of Apartment One on Happy Avenue. The elderly in your unit passed out in front of the entrance of the neighborhood. Are you a family member? Please come to Regent Clinic opposite the neighborhood."
"Yes, I am. I'll come immediately…"
In a blue funk, Carla hurriedly said to Naya, "Quick, send me to Regent Clinic."
"Don't worry. We'll go there right now." Naya immediately told the driver to head over to the clinic.
On the way, Carla confirmed the details of the incident with the staff of the property management office. It turned out that Mrs. Borah went grocery shopping in the morning and blacked out in the elevator on her way home. The staff saw it from the surveillance camera and sent her to the clinic right away.
After hurrying over to the clinic, Carla saw Mrs. Borah lying in bed and rushed to her side. "Mrs. Borah…"
Due to her hasty movements, she felt a twinge in her waist, and all of a sudden, she broke into a sweat.
"Miss, are you okay?" Mrs. Borah was pale and drained of all strength, but she was still concerned about Carla as always.
"I'm fine." Carla held onto Mrs. Borah's hand and asked anxiously, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I'm a little dizzy. It's possibly because I didn't sleep well last night. Don't worry, when we return home later, I'll have some ginger tea, and after a good rest, I'll be fine." Mrs. Borah flipped the blanket aside, intending to get off the bed. "Let's go home, Miss."
"No, You don't really look well recently. We must get you thoroughly checked." Carla turned to Naya immediately. "Dr. Goman, sorry to trouble you again!"
"Don't worry. Let me get to it."
Right away, Naya arranged for Mrs. Borah to be transferred to her hospital for a comprehensive health screening.
Carla went together with her to get her own waist treated as well.
Mrs. Borah reminded her repeatedly, "Miss, the children's classes will end at half-past three in the afternoon, but there's no one at home, so you must remember to go back earlier."
"Don't worry about it."
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