"It won't take that long…" Carla was well aware that he would not let her leave for a month, so she settled for less to appease him. "It'll take two weeks at most. We'll see how it goes then."
"Two weeks is too long." Zayn had grown accustomed to having her by his side.
"We'll cross the bridge when we come to it. I'll try my best to return soon, " Carla coaxed. "The children would be waiting for me at home. I can't possibly stay away from them for so long."
Zayn conceded, convinced by her reasoning. Even if she could bear being separated from me, she would miss the children.
"I'll have Benard take care of it. It's time for bed now, " Zayn said as he tucked her in.
Carla let out a satisfied hum and buried herself in Zayn's embrace like an adorable kitten.
Caressing her hair, Zayn planted a kiss on Carla's forehead and drifted off with his arms around her.
Carla barely got any rest for the first half of the night. So, when sleep eventually came for her, she knocked out cold, slipping into a slumber so deep that she did not notice when Zayn left.
Carla woke up to an empty room. She stretched lazily before heading to the bathroom to wash up.
She found nothing amiss when she stared at her reflection as if everything that happened the night before was no more than a dream.
She gave herself a once-over. As expected, there was nothing unusual apart from the fact that her period was late.
Anxiety brewed within Carla at this realization, but she quickly dismissed the intrusive thought. Maybe the poison is the cause of my delayed period…
A knock on the door snapped her back to reality. Mrs. Borah's voice rang from the other side. "Miss, are you awake?"
"Yes, " Carla responded. "Come in, Mrs. Borah."
Mrs. Borah had brought her breakfast. "How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" Mrs. Borah asked, her tone tinged with concern.
"I'm fine now." Carla exited the bathroom, rubbing her hands with lotion as she walked out. "The pain comes in pangs; it'll go away on its own after a while. No marks are left after each episode, almost as if it never happened at all."
Mrs. Borah glanced at the door and whispered, "I think you should see Dr. Feroma."
"Yes, I'll give Mr. Srudem a call right now."
Carla shut the door and dialed Grobium's number.
Grobium was delighted to hear from her. He ecstatically reported that the two factories had assembled enough workforce to start work soon.
Carla was glad to receive the good news. She then requested Grobium to help her seek out Dr. Feroma.
Grobium grew concerned at the mention of Dr. Feroma. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
"No…" Carla was reluctant to disclose her illness. "It's Mrs. Borah. She's been getting treatments at the hospital, but her condition isn't improving, and it's rather worrying. Dr. Feroma came to mind all of a sudden, so I was hoping that he could help Mrs. Borah out."
"Oh, I see! Alright, I'll be right on it, " Grobium assured.
"Try to be discreet about it; I don't want too many people finding out. If it's not too much trouble, I hope to hear from you as soon as possible, " Carla urged.
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
"Thank you!"
After ending the call, Mrs. Borah helped Carla to a chair. "Have some breakfast. It's already nine now. You shouldn't leave your stomach empty for so long."
Carla had no appetite for food and only took a few sips of milk. "I talked to Zayn last night. I think it's best if we leave earlier. That way, I can visit other doctors while I wait for Dr. Feroma."
"Alright, I'll prepare your luggage right now."
While Mrs. Borah was packing up Carla's belongings, she heard a knock on the main door. Mrs. Bolistin was at the door as she announced, "Miss Wigston, your evening gowns have arrived."
"Evening gowns?" Carla echoed, perplexed. I didn't buy any evening gowns.
Mrs. Borah opened the door to reveal Mrs. Bolistin standing at the entrance with two designers in tow. Behind them were several design assistants, each of them carrying trunks filled with clothes.
The designer greeted Carla politely, "Good morning, Miss Wigston. Mr. Giblo placed a custom order for these gowns and jewelry. Please check if it's satisfactory."
A glance was all it took for Carla to recognize the head designer for Princess Consort. She had picked out some clothes at the boutique previously.
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