Zayn stopped him mid-sentence. "Since it's something that shouldn't be said, then just leave it. Benard, send him off."
"Yes, Mr. Giblo." Benard replied.
It was a little awkward at that moment. Obviously, Zayn was chasing Layon out.
Layon heaved a sigh and said no more. He then turned around and left.
Thompson turned to Zayn and gazed at him. "I think you should at least let him finish his sentence. Perhaps he was just giving you a gentle reminder."
"I doubt a woman would be able to influence my judgement."
Zayn hated to see anyone speak ill of Carla, including Layon.
"Mr. Benday is a righteous man who has a reliable and objective voice. Although he doesn't like to mingle with women because of Ms. Benday, he won't slander an innocent woman. Perhaps he was going to spill a secret…"
Zayn was annoyed and he cut him off. "Mr. Thompson! You're overthinking."
"Alright then." Thompson lowered his head and said nothing else.
Zayn changed into his isolation gown and entered the ward.
Jombo was still in a coma and the doctor was checking on him. Upon seeing Zayn, the doctor immediately bowed to greet him.
"How is he doing?" Zayn asked softly.
"Mr. Giblo regained his consciousness from time to time. His head has been seriously injured from the fall. I'm afraid that he would remain in this condition for a period of time, " the doctor replied.
Zayn furrowed his eyebrows. "How long would that be?"
The doctor answered, "It's hard to say. It could be a week, a month, or perhaps longer. However, he is merely unconscious. He isn't suffering from pain."
Zayn fell silent and looked at his grandpa with a complicated expression.
He used to find Jombo annoying back when the latter was being unreasonable and threw tantrums at others. However, Zayn couldn't help but feel guilty towards his grandpa as he saw him lying on the bed, unmoving.
Zayn was well aware that his grandpa was old and his days were numbered.
But he still hoped the day wouldn't come too soon. He wished to spend more time with his grandpa.
"Take your time, Mr. Zayn. I'll leave first."
The doctor bowed to him and left the ward.
Zayn sat beside the bed and accompanied Jombo in silence.
After a moment, the medical staff came in with a hot towel to wipe Jombo's body. "I'll do it." Zayn reached out his hand as he said.
"Alright." The medical staff handed the towel to him respectfully.
Zayn actually had no idea how to take care of a patient. He just wanted to do something for Jombo.
He gently cleaned Jombo's limbs with the hot towel. Looking at the wrinkled skin all over his body, Zayn realized that his grandpa was already an aged man.
Jombo Giblo, who was once the legendary hegemon of the corporate world, was nearing the end of his life.
Right then, Zayn had mixed feelings. On one hand, he was thrilled to be the biological father of the triplets. On the other hand, he was depressed to see his grandpa being sick and unconscious. Life comes and goes. Is there nothing else I can do?
"Mr. Zayn." Thompson's whisper broke his train of thoughts.
Zayn regained his composure and turned to Thompson. "Yes?"
"It's time for Mr. Giblo to take his medicine." Thompson brought over a glass of warm water and Jombo's medicine.
"I'll do it." Zayn took the medicine over and carefully fed it to Jombo.
Thompson uttered softly, "Mr. Giblo has been muttering your name in the past few days. It's always you whom he misses the most. He's always thinking of you."
Zayn remained silent but his eyes were filled with sorrow.
Thompson approached Zayn and whispered in his ear, "The doctor said that Mr. Giblo's days are numbered even if he regains his consciousness. Please don't provoke him anymore."
"I understand." Zayn gazed at Jombo and smiled. "After he recovers his consciousness, I have some good news for him."
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