"Mr. Giblo is just brutal with words, " Naya said, sighing. "He could have just told you that he's going to find your kids…"
"Really?" Carla said, still not entirely convinced. "Is he really that nice?"
"He found you lying unconscious on your apartment floor last night, and he rushed you to the hospital immediately. He stayed by your side the whole night when you were asleep. Don't you remember all that?" Naya asked, a little annoyed at how dense Carla could be.
Carla glanced at the sofa—Zayn's blazer, the Giblo family's exclusive wine glasses, and the unfinished pastries and fruits sitting on the table. She recalled how he had held her hand and spoke to her in a soothing voice when she woke up screaming and crying for her kids.
She recalled how he had hesitated instead of outright rejecting her when she begged him to help her find her kids, and how he had only lost his temper when Brad appeared out of nowhere.
Maybe, just maybe…
"He loves you, Miss Wigston, " Naya said with a sigh. "Even I can see it. He's hot-tempered and stubborn, but he's a simple man with a pure heart. Things wouldn't have turned out like this if you treated him with equally pure intentions."
Carla nodded absentmindedly. "I'll be eternally indebted to him if he leaves my family alone and helps me find my kids."
"I'm sure Benard will find them soon enough, " Naya said as she picked up some bandages from the cart she pushed in. "Please lie down, Miss Wigston. I need to change your bandages. Your family needs you, so you must do as I say and take some time to recover."
"Thanks…" Carla said, clambering onto the bed obediently.
Naya left after she helped Carla change her bandages, and the paramedics came in just moments later with a light breakfast.
After breakfast, Carla groped around for her phone to give Mrs. Borah a call, but she could not find it no matter where she looked. Sighing, she borrowed a nurse's phone and dialed Mrs. Borah's number from memory.
The first thing Mrs. Borah did was to fuss over her the moment the call went through, and she only calmed down when Carla confirmed that she was fine.
When Carla found out that Mrs. Borah was staying in a ward just upstairs, she heaved a huge sigh of relief. Looks like Zayn kept his promise and left her alone!
"The kids will be going home soon, Mrs. Borah, " she said. "You need to rest and recover."
"And you need to be careful of that devil!" Mrs. Borah added anxiously.
Carla grimaced. She had always kept Mrs. Borah and the kids out of the drama with Zayn, but her knowledge of the kids' disappearance came as a surprise.
Upon realizing the kids were missing, Mrs. Borah called Brad—who saw Zayn as an enemy—for help and this led to the massive showdown that morning.
Things were getting out of hand, and Carla feared another confrontation between Mrs. Borah and Zayn.
If Mrs. Borah lost control and tried to accuse Zayn of kidnapping the kids again, the consequences would be terrible, to say the least.
Carla decided to have a chat with Mrs. Borah after the kids were found.
"Hey! What's wrong with this little parrot?" a paramedic asked all of a sudden as she picked up an unconscious Dori.
Carla rushed over to take a look, and she panicked when she noticed how Dori had not moved an inch despite all the noise. She patted Dori's body gently and called her name several times, only to receive no reply.
"Is it dead?" a nurse asked before covering her mouth in regret.
Carla panicked and picked Dori up gently. She managed to find a pulse, but it was weak and almost nonexistent.
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