"That's right. The three of you are priceless treasures." Zayn patted Randy on his head. "Keep your money. When you want to start your own business in the future, you can use it as seed capital."
"Mmm-hmm." Randy nodded repeatedly.
"Are you really going to start your own business at such a young age?" Benard was overwhelmed with envy.
"Alright, go and play now." Zayn brought them to play soccer.
As Jombo watched his grandchildren play happily by the side, he was in a jovial mood and felt that bliss was defined by moments like that.
Meanwhile, just when Carla rushed into the bathroom, she collapsed onto the ground. Blood was flowing non-stop from her nose.
The pain in the back of her head reverberated through her body. It felt as if there was a hammer banging on her head, trying to split it open.
Grasping her head with both her hands, she rolled on the floor in excruciating pain. She didn't dare make a sound while biting down on her lip forcefully.
"Mr. Zayn needs some refreshments over at their end. Why don't you bring some fruits and desserts over to them."
"Alright, Mrs. Borah. We will do so at once."
After sending away the maids in the living hall, she hurried to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Miss, there's no one else outside. Can I come in now?"
When she didn't get a response, Mrs. Borah tried to turn the knob. The moment the door swung open, she was shocked by the scene that greeted her.
"Miss!" Mrs. Borah hurried to help Carla up and asked anxiously, "What happened? Aren't you supposed to have recovered? Why is there a relapse? How can this happen?"
"S-Shut the door!" Carla moaned in pain.
Mrs. Borah quickly closed the door and wiped Carla's face with a wet towel.
When she saw Carla grimacing in pain, Mrs. Borah trembled in fear. She sobbed, "Miss, let's go to the hospital. I'll take you there."
Just as she spoke, she tried to help Carla up.
"No, we can't…" Carla desperately supported herself against the bathroom vanity. She uttered weakly, "I'll be getting married tomorrow and have waited for it for a long time. I can't ruin it now…"
"But, but you…"
"I'll be fine in a while. It will be over quickly." Carla closed her eyes, slowly losing consciousness. In her daze, she murmured, "They must not know…"
"Miss, Miss…"
Crying, Mrs. Borah wiped the blood off Carla's face. When she opened the door to check, she made sure there was no one around before carefully carrying Carla back to her own room.
Inside, she locked the door and brought in a basin of hot water. Then, she wiped Carla's body with it as tears streamed down her cheeks.
She was terrified of the prospect that Carla wouldn't wake up or that the pain would stay with her for life.
"Oh God, why must you do this to her? Why?" Mrs. Borah cried as she questioned the divine. "She is such a kind and gentle person. Why must you punish her this way? What has she done wrong to deserve such treatment?"
"Mr. Wigston, wherever you are, you have to watch over Miss!"
"Mr. Wigston, what am I supposed to do?"
Mrs. Borah's cried her eyes out.
When Carla finally awoke, she mumbled weakly, "Mrs. Borah, don't cry. Don't be afraid. Once the wedding is over tomorrow, I'll go and see the doctor."
"Alright, alright. I'll go with you." Mrs. Borah nodded repeatedly. "Miss, do you feel better now?"
"Much better…" Carla supported her head with her hand. "This time, the duration of the attack is shorter. It is probably a sign that it isn't as serious as it used to be."
Just as she spoke, she let out an awkward smile. However, she hid the truth from Mrs. Borah. Despite the shorter attack, it had become more intense than it used to be.
She felt as if death was knocking on her door.
At that moment, she thought she could see her father waving at her from Heaven.
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