Benard left the study while the maid quickly followed the former out of the room after serving the juice and desserts.
When the door was closed by Benard, Thompson, who was waiting outside, asked softly, "What's the situation?"
Benard held in his urge to laugh and replied, "Mr. Randuwell asked me to leave them alone. This kid has so much dignity. If only…"
He almost blurted it out. If he didn't know Randy was Brad's son, he could've mistaken the child as Zayn's son instead.
Thompson smiled. "Haha! Of course. Mr. Giblo likes him the most. He'll be a successful man in the future."
"I'm so curious. What does he want to tell Mr. Giblo?" Benard was hungry for gossip.
Thompson couldn't help but sigh. "Most probably the matter regarding his mother. It's not easy for him. He's only three years old, but he's so brave… Hey! What are you doing?"
Benard was pressing his ear against the door to eavesdrop on the conversation inside the room.
"What do you want to tell me?" Zayn swirled his wine glass as he looked at the child.
"Are you Mommy's boyfriend?" Randy sat on the sofa with his back upright.
Zayn was slightly taken aback as he raised a brow. "Your Mommy told you?"
Randy shook his head and analyzed, "She didn't say anything. However, she always has an unnatural expression while her eyes lit up when she mentioned you every time. She even blushed sometimes."
"Oh…" The image of Carla being embarrassed surfaced in Zayn's mind when he listened to Randy's description. That woman never hides her emotions. It's so easy to tell what she's thinking.
Randy asked, "You're the one who moved into the unit upstairs, right?"
"How do you know?" Zayn was very curious. Is he only three years old? I'm only as smart as he is when I was six years old.
Randy reasoned, "Ever since you moved in, Mommy always prepares another set of breakfast and the quantity of the food is large. Although she is used to giving presents to the neighbors in the past, she put extra care into the food she prepares for you."
Randy pondered for a while and said, "Plus, I saw your car and some bodyguards coming in and out of the house, so I guess you're the one who moved in."
"You're very smart!" Zayn smiled and poured Randy a glass of apple juice. "Your Mommy always prepares apple juice for me. Do you guys like it?"
"Venus likes apple juice." Randy nodded and explained, "Josh and I like grape juice, but grapes are too expensive, and Mommy seldom buys it, so we drink apple juice instead."
Zayn didn't say anything. I never knew… She even saves money from the fruits she buys.
He poured a glass of grape juice for Randy.
"Grapes are expensive, so I choose not to eat them. If we can't afford toys, it's fine because we don't need them…" Looking at the grape on the glass, Randy's childish voice was laced with bitterness. "We were poor in the past. Although we stayed in a tiny house, we were happy together."
"What are you trying to say?" Zayn lifted his head to look at the child.
Randy wore a serious expression and asked, "Do you love her?"
Zayn raised a brow at Randy. "Do you know what love is?"
"Of course. If you love someone, you'll protect her, care for her and be considerate. Besides, you won't hurt her even if you got mad in arguments." Folding his arms, Randy answered earnestly without a hint of hesitation.
His words made Zayn fall silent. I protected Carla and cared for her. However, when we argued, I couldn't control my emotions and hurt her…
"Sometimes, Mommy is angry at our wrongdoings. She'll reprimand and reason with us, but she never beat or hurt us. I'm sure this is love." Lifting his head, Randy looked at the adult in front of him and cut to the chase. "Do you know where my Mommy is?"
Uncrossing his legs, the man furrowed his brows and said, "You're saying that I captured her?"
This child has such impressive logical thinking. He was beating around the bush to lead me to this question.
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