Desperate for hydration, Dori dipped her beak into the wineglass and drank the wine hungrily.
Zayn grimaced. You greedy bird! I haven't even shared it with Benard before!
After a few mouthfuls of alcoholic goodness, Dori burped loudly and collapsed onto the bed beside Carla before falling into a drunken slumber.
Zayn got himself a fresh wineglass and helped himself to another two glasses of wine before walking over to watch Carla sleep.
Her pallid face was like a knife to the most sensitive depths of his heart, and he told himself to keep his temper in check from now on.I can't afford to hurt her yet again!
Leaning forward and planting a light kiss on Carla's forehead, he got up and walked over to the sofa to sleep for the night.
Meanwhile, Naya knocked on the door of the ward, only to receive no reply.
"What's going on?" Benard asked.
"Mrs. Borah is hospitalized, and now Miss Wigston is ill too. What's going to happen to the three kids?" Naya asked, frowning. "I wanted to ask Mr. Giblo if he's going to send anyone over to take care of them, but he's asleep."
"Well… I can't say much regarding this issue, " Benard said hesitantly.
Without Zayn's orders, he did not have the right to act on his own accord.
After all, those three kids were not Zayn's, and the last thing Benard wanted was to get on Zayn's nerves.
However, there was a nagging feeling that he had to take responsibility for the kids' safety.
"Never mind, let's just go take a look, " Naya said. "I'll take the blame if Mr. Giblo demands for an explanation later on!"
"Thank you, " Benard said, patting her shoulder.
However, when Naya arrived at Carla's apartment with two pediatricians, the kids were nowhere to be found.
Panicked, Naya rushed back to the hospital to report the situation to Zayn, only to find him still asleep.
Benard hesitated when he heard Naya's story. "Did Miss Wigston leave the kids with someone else? Are they with the Chromas? If they are, then it's best to keep quiet about it."
"That's true…" Naya said, lowering her head in anxiety. "Shall we talk to Miss Wigston when she wakes up in the morning?"
"Yeah, that sounds great."
The next morning, Carla woke up from her deep slumber abruptly while screaming, "No! Don't hurt my kids!"
Zayn rushed over and held on tightly to her hand. "You're safe! Don't panic!"
Carla's eyes flew open, and Zayn almost took a step back after seeing just how much fear there was in her eyes. "My kids… my kids!" she screamed, huffing and puffing from the effort.
"What's wrong?" Zayn asked, frowning.
"My kids are gone…" Carla cried, grabbing his hands tightly. "Help me, Zayn! My kids are gone…"
Zayn knew that he had no obligation to help since the kids belonged to the Chroma family, but he could not help but feel sorry for her.
Seeing that he was hesitant, Carla only grew even more anxious. "Please help me!" she begged, as though Zayn was her last hope.
Zayn grimaced and turned around. "Benard!"
Benard rushed in immediately. "Yes, Mr. Giblo?"
"Go and…"
"Why are you stopping me? Let me in!" a voice suddenly rang, cutting Zayn off.
It was Brad Chroma, and his voice made Zayn's heart turn cold.
The logical side of his mind took over, and he yanked his hand away roughly. "They're not my kids. I don't have to help you."
"Y-You…" Carla stammered, staring at him in shock.
What the hell did you just say?
They are your kids, for goodness' sake!
You'll regret not helping them!
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