"What happened to Mommy?" Josh looked at Carla in puzzlement.
"I guess Mommy must be having an upset stomach and needs to poo. I'm always like that, too." Venus commented.
"Daddy, did you quarrel with Mommy?" Randy asked abruptly with his brows furrowed. "Mommy seems to be unhappy."
Zayn explained patiently to the kids, "No, we didn't quarrel. Maybe she's not feeling well. Let me check on her. You guys go ahead and have fun."
"Alright." The kids nodded obediently.
Zayn let Mrs. Bolistin and the three nurses accompanied the kids to the garden. Then, he darted toward the washroom and yelled as he knocked lightly on the door, "Carla! Are you all right?"
"Anything?" Carla gritted the word out with great difficulty. She broke into a cold sweat and slumped on the floor, enduring the excruciating pain. She was too feeble to say anything else; there was a sense of weariness in her voice.
"Are you all right?" Zayn asked again, sensing something strange in her voice.
"I'm just having an upset stomach…" Carla forced herself to sound as natural as possible. "Don't worry about me. You go ahead and accompany the kids first."
"Alright."
As Zayn did not have any experience staying under the same roof with women, he did not know how to read a woman's mind.
He really thought that Carla was just having a normal upset stomach and needed to answer nature's call. It was quite embarrassing for both of them if he continued to stand outside the washroom and ask further. Hence, he decided to give her some space and just walked away.
At the moment, Carla was writhing in pain on the floor.
As time went by, the unbearable pain on her right arm spread gradually to her right shoulder. Even the right side of her head was in pain now…
Meanwhile, Mrs. Borah started to wonder why it took Carla so long to join them in the garden. She instinctively stepped into the house to look for her. "Where is Miss?" she asked the maids when there was still no sign of Carla.
"She's in the washroom, " she replied.
"She's in there for such a long time?" Mrs. Borah started to sense something amiss and ran hastily toward the washroom. She knocked on the door while yelling, "Miss, are you inside? Miss…"
There was no response. Mrs. Borah twisted the door handle anxiously, yet it was locked from the other side.
Instantly, her face turned pale. She was about to knock herself on the door with full force.
At the same time, the door was suddenly opened.
Mrs. Borah almost lost her balance and bumped into the wall.
She managed to balance herself and turned to look at Carla. To her astonishment, Carla was lying on the floor. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and she was drenched in sweat.
"Miss!" Mrs. Borah panicked and quickly helped her to sit up.
"Shh… don't let anyone hear you…" Carla signaled and whispered at her weakly.
"Miss, w-what happened to you?" Mrs. Borah started to quiver. "Let me call… Dr. Goman now…" she said incoherently.
"Don't call her!" Carla gripped her hand and stopped her. "Just help me back to your room first. I'll be fine after having a rest there."
Mrs. Borah helped her up at once.
Carla was too weak to stand, so she leaned on Mrs. Borah.
Mrs. Borah helped her out from the washroom and headed slowly toward her bedroom. Fortunately, all the other maids were occupied so none of them discovered anything.
Mrs. Borah's heaved a sigh of relief when they reached her bedroom. She let Carla lie down on her bed and closed the door hastily. After that, she poured some warm water for her.
After taking a sip of the warm water, Carla was still in pain and did not have any strength to move.
Mrs. Borah brushed her hair aside and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Looking at Carla's piteous condition, her heart ached as she asked anxiously, "What's the matter with you? You're not feeling well? Why don't you see a doctor?"
"I was poisoned. It's useless to see doctor. Dr. Goman had carried out a full body checkup for me, yet nothing could be traced…" she smiled bitterly at Mrs. Borah.
"What? You have been poisoned? Don't scare me! What type of poison is that?" Mrs. Borah was astonished.
"I've no idea…" Carla held her hand and replied weakly, "Mrs. Borah, looks like I need to leave for a while. I'll try to see if I can come across any TCM doctor who is able to treat me."
"Alright. Let me tell Mr. Zayn…"
"No! Don't tell him about this!" Carla grabbed hold of her arm anxiously before she could finish her sentence.
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