"It's her, isn't it?" Carla soon surmised her answer from Zayn's silence, and she
suddenly became more agitated. "Why did she do this?"
"It's late, go to bed." Zayn turned around without another word.
"Zayn!" Carla was anxious and turned to face him. "Why are you avoiding this? You're
not her, and so this has nothing to do with you."
"It would be ill-advised for you to know too much." Zayn frowned and said, "What's done
is done, so why are you digging it up again?"
"Does the ‘why' matter so much here? I want to know why she did this, and I want to avenge
my Dad!"
Carla had stunned herself into silence following her own outburst.
Revenge was a foreign concept to her, all this while. She had never expected to actually use
the word so seriously.
Somehow, she had made her subconscious thoughts known.
"Avenge him?" Zayn sat up and solemnly asked, "Using what?"
Carla could not find the words to answer him. That woman had been ruthless enough
with her schemes that even Zayn had to be careful around her. Carla was someone
who could barely hurt a fly, but here she was talking about revenge like it was no big deal.
"Are you listening to yourself?" Zayn then got up and walked towards the bathroom.
As Carla stared at his retreating figure, she tried to soothe her frayed nerves.
She knew that no matter how bad or ruthless the woman was, she was still a blood relative
of Zayn. Despite how bad things looked where business was concerned, they would not
go to the extent of a blood feud.
Therefore, she cannot ask Zayn to take revenge on her behalf.
However, she was powerless on her own. The very thought depressed her.
Carla heard the sound of the shower being turned on in the bathroom. After a while,
Zayn came out wrapped in a towel and got dressed with his back facing her.
"Aren't you going to back sleep?" Carla glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and it was
only five o'clock in the morning.
"I'm going to work out." Zayn responded mildly.
Carla did not reply but leaned back on her pillow.
Zayn changed his clothes and walked straight out of the bedroom. When he reached the
door, he turned around and said, "Get some rest and don't dwell on it."
With that, he left the room.
Carla looked at the closed door, displeased.
If he was so resistant towards one question, there was no way she could rely on him to
avenge her father.
In fact, what would he do if he ended up in a spat with that so-called aunt of his?
Carla hugged her pillow in frustration as she tossed and turned on the bed, unable to
sleep. Daylight soon broke, and before she knew it, it was seven in the morning.
She could hear the voices of her children from outside the door. "I don't need your help, Miss
Derima. I can go down the stairs myself."
Josh had really grown. After some instruction from Zayn, he was now braver and more
independent.
"You might fall! Let me carry you down."
"No, I'll go by myself."
"It's alright. He's old enough and should be independent."
This was the sound of Randy's voice. He had grown much as well, and he sounded more
and more like an older brother.
"Alright." Derima was so amused by the situation, unsure of how else to respond.
"Boys are a headache." Venus walked past them haughtily, with Dori perched on her shoulder.
Her chubby hand stroked its feathers, and with a slightly imperious tone, said, "Let's ignore
them, Dori."
Carla's heart immediately gladdened at the sound of her children's' voice. She woke up
and went to the bathroom to wash up so she could have breakfast with them.
Just then, she heard her phone chime. Picking it up, she wondered who it could be since it
was relatively early in the day. It turned out to be a message from Brad: Carla, I just
landed at the Aymo City Airport. Let's meet, if possible.
Carla hesitated, but chose to ignore it.
Zayn had already accepted her and the children. Even if they had some history, she felt
the need to maintain her distance.
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