"No, I don't want to leave!" Carla wailed as her body trembled profusely. "I don't want to leave! If the Giblo family refuses to acknowledge me, I'll leave with my kids. We'll return to the countryside or go to another city. I don't want anything from the Giblo family. We used to be happy back then."
"Stop it. Listen to me." Zayn held her tight and whispered in her ear, "This is just for the time being. I'll come and get you soon. Trust me! Trust me!"
As he repeated "trust me" twice, she was about to give in.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It was Thompson, who spoke anxiously, "Mr. Zayn, Mr. Randuwell found out about our plan. Mr. Giblo wants you to leave with Ms. Wigston now!"
With that, the bodyguards pushed the door open and took Carla.
At once, Carla grew increasingly emotional and struggled. "No! I won't leave!"
Alas, the bodyguard ignored her cries and dragged her out.
"No!"
"Let her go!" Zayn roared.
Without warning, a childish voice rang out, "Let my mommy go!"
It was Randy, who rushed in and started kicking the bodyguards with all his might. "Don't touch my mommy! Don't touch her!" he demanded furiously.
The bodyguards immediately loosened their grip and stepped aside.
"Randy…"
"Mommy!"
The mother and son embraced each other tightly.
Carla had always been strong in front of her kids, but at that moment, she couldn't stop herself from bursting into noisy tears. I can't bear to leave them behind! We've never really been separated before.
Now, we have no choice but to be separated.
"Daddy, what are they doing? Why did you allow them to bully Mommy?"
Randy was smart enough to sense something was amiss after the wedding came to a stop. When the three of them were brought away, he immediately knew something would happen.
Hence, the little boy sneaked away before anyone noticed him and bumped into the commotion backstage.
"I'll explain to you later." Zayn squatted down and patted his shoulders. "Be a good boy and leave with Mr. Benard."
He hinted at Benard to take Randy away.
"Mr. Randuwell."
"No!" Randy slapped his hand away and stretched his arms wide to protect Carla. "You're trying to make me leave so you can bully Mommy, right? Don't touch her! Scram!"
He was exuding an aura as imposing as Zayn.
"Mr. Randuwell!"
"Randy!" Jombo called out.
Looking back, Randy's eyes reddened in anger. "Great-grandpa, are you the one who wants to kick Mommy out? I thought you've already accepted her? Why are you doing this to her?"
"I'm not kicking your mommy out. She's sick and needs to receive treatment." Jombo lied through his teeth. "Look, there's blood on her dress. She'll be in danger if she doesn't receive treatment immediately."
Randy looked up and noticed the blood on Carla's dress. Recalling how weak Carla was, he started believing in Jombo's words.
Inwardly, Zayn was in awe of how Jombo managed to convince the boy easily. Grandpa did the same to me when I was little.
"Your daddy and mommy are married. Why would I kick her out?" Jombo continued convincing him, "I want her to get treated."
"Really?" Randy looked up at Carla.
When Carla glanced at Jombo, the latter flashed her a warm smile. However, his gaze was threatening.
Looking away, tears filled Carla's eyes.
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