After she hung up, Carla looked out of the car window. A bright moon illuminated the
pitch-black sky like a beacon of hope.
Suddenly, she felt her heart surge with assurance. Whatever the future holds, I'll be brave
and face it.
It was late when she finally reached home.
Mrs. Borah had been up waiting for Carla in the living room. As she heard the sound of
the car, she hurriedly walked out and greeted Carla at the door. "You're back, Miss. I've
made some stew!"
"Mrs. Borah, why are you still up?" Carla greeted her in return as she unloaded the things
from the car.
Mrs. Borah quickly put on her coat and walked out to help her. "I was worried! You took a
while, and I thought something happened."
"Silly Mrs. Borah, what's there to worry about?" Carla smiled and fussed over her collar.
"You went to see the Whytes, of all people. How would I not be worried?" Mrs. Borah frowned,
her expression solemn. "Alia is a vicious person, so I was afraid that she was going to
hurt you."
"I had bodyguards with me." Carla then sighed and looked Mrs. Borah in the eye. "A lot of
things have happened."
"Ah, like what?"
"Let's go to your room. I'll explain everything."
Carla braced herself for another tiring conversation.
"Here, have some stew and some snacks." Mrs. Borah then brought Carla to her room,
food and all. "Please eat something. I'll listen to you when you're done."
"I don't really have the appetite." Carla reached over to her side and gave Mrs. Borah the
deed to the property. "In the meantime, will you hold onto this for me? For safekeeping, that
is."
"This is…" Mrs. Borah trailed off, and her eyes widened in shock. "The deed to the old house?
Who gave it to you?"
"Alia and Simeon."
Carla told Mrs. Borah all that happened during this period.
Mrs. Borah gave Carla her full attention and only interjected out of shock and concern
from time to time.
"Gosh, that's terrible!"
"Lord, have mercy."
"That poor child!"
After Carla finished, Mrs. Borah let out a deep sigh. "I suppose this is a form of
retribution, but it's still a real shame that the family ended up this way. It's too cruel."
"Yes, " said Carla as she echoed Mrs. Borah's sighs. "I don't exactly feel good about this
either.
"It goes without saying. People should refrain from evil deeds." Mrs. Borah paused and
shook her head. "But then again, how on earth does someone as kind as Mr. Chroma have a
cousin as terrible as her? This is unfair, isn't it?"
"Brad and Lena are individuals, so I think comparing them is unfair in the first place.
Mrs. Borah, the deed should stay with you for now, in case anything happens."
"Understood." Mrs. Borah carefully took the deed from Carla. "Well, finish the stew at
least, Miss. Mr. Giblo is waiting for you."
"I still have something to ask you." Carla took Mrs. Borah's hand and looked at her
solemnly. "What do you know about my mother?"
"Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?"
Mrs. Borah suddenly looked disturbed at the question.
Carla frowned. "I received word that my father's murderer and my mother's enemy are
the same person, so I want to know more about her."
"It's all in the past, why bring it up now?" asked Mrs. Borah earnestly. "Mr. Giblo is there for
you! He's good to you and your children. With your marriage, everything will be alright. You
should live your life and stop struggling with the past. Look forward to the future."
"Alright." Carla noticed that Mrs. Borah was reluctant to speak and chose to not question
her any further. "I'll retire for the evening. You should have the stew instead, Mrs. Borah. I fear
my appetite is still non-existent."
"Sleep well, Miss."
Carla went upstairs and entered her room. She barely managed one step inside when
she was swept into a powerful embrace. Carla smirked. "My, my. I think you've spent so
much time with the kids you're now a kid yourself."
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