With panic welling up in her eyes, Carla trembled, but she denied, "As if. You're reading into it too much."
"Is that so?" He pulled her face closer to himself. "Then let's do that paternity test."
"Have you gone mad, you b_stard?" she cursed. "Get your hands off my children!"
"Looks like you have forgotten about your vow." He sneered. "You never seem to learn no matter how many times I punish you, so it must be done every day."
Zayn took off the janitor attire Carla was wearing, revealing her petite, naked body. It was as seductive as the bud of a flower, poising to Dunra at a moment's notice. "What are you trying to do?" Carla started panicking. She was about to resist when Zayn pinned her against the wall again.
"You'd better not pull anything funny, Zayn. Someone could come in any minute." She was shivering from what he was about to do to her. "Please, don't, " she begged.
"You started it." He took off her pants and tried to shove it in from behind.
"No…" Carla was going to cry.
"I can go in myself. Thanks, Mr. Thompson." They heard Randy talking outside.
"Of course. I'll be waiting outside then, " Thompson said.
Carla covered her mouth, fearing that she might let any sound out. In the meantime, Zayn stopped moving too. He frowned and waited for Randy to leave, but instead of going to the men's: Randy came to the ladies' and hissed, "Mommy? Mommy!"
Carla kept her mouth covered. She looked back at Zayn, begging him to let her go. At that moment, Zayn looked furious, but since he was left with no choice, he let her go. Then, Carla quickly clothed herself.
"Why aren't you going in, Mr. Randy?" Thompson came up to him.
"Oh, right away." Randy went into the men's. He was young, but he knew his mother came in disguise so nobody could recognize her.
Carla heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the sounds outside.
"Dammit." Zayn frowned.
Carla relented when she remembered the time her kids went missing. Thus, she begged, "Come at me if you want to vent, Zayn. Don't hurt my kids."
"Sure." He opened his arms. "You sullied my clothes, so clean them."
Carla gawked at him. Sh_t, his clothes are stained by the juice. "I can't do that." She looked at him fearfully. "Why don't you change clothes? I'll wash the one you're wearing as compensation."
"Where can you get a set of clothes for me then?" He arched his eyebrow.
"I-" Carla didn't know how to answer that. She was the one who dirtied it, so she should get a new set for him. Can't argue with the devil's logic. "The mall's right next door. I'll get you a new set of clothes there, " she suggested.
"We'll go together." Zayn picked up his coat and tied it around his waist.
"You don't have to." She didn't want to go with him. "You haven't finished your dinner, and your grandfather's still there."
"Do you think I can continue with dinner looking like this?" He pointed at himself.
"Fine then." Carla couldn't do anything about it. "You go on ahead. I'll be right there."
"You'd better not dawdle." He glared at her before leaving the restroom.
Carla picked up the janitor's clothes and folded them before keeping them in the closet. After that, she washed her hands before wearing her mask and hat, then she left.
Randy saw her leaving when he came out of the restroom. He wanted to go after her, but Thompson came before he could leave. Hence, all Randy could do was pretend he never saw his mother.
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