"Great-grandpa!"
Crying out loud, the kids pounced toward him.
Although they agreed not to cry, their tears still gushed out of their eyes upon seeing Jombo.
However, remembering what Carla had told them, they immediately wiped their tears away and squeezed out a smile.
"We're here to visit you, Great-grandpa!"
"I'm Randy!"
"I'm Josh!"
"And I'm Venus!"
"Can you see us, Great-grandpa?"
The kids crowded around the bed and called out to Jombo eagerly.
Jombo opened his eyes slowly and looked at them through his blurry vision. With tears glistening in his eyes, he stretched out his frail hand, as if he wanted to say something to them.
"Great-grandpa…"
The kids walked over and placed their hands in his.
As Jombo held their hands, tears rolled down his cheeks. With much difficulty, he opened his mouth and said in fragmented words, "R-Remember… your last name is Giblo… Y-You will… always be… the children of the Giblo family!"
Although his words were slurred, the children heard what he was saying.
Still crying, Josh and Venus glanced at Randy in a fluster, not knowing how to respond.
With tears in his eyes, Randy nodded and promised Jombo solemnly, "Don't worry, Great-grandpa. Our last name will always be Giblo. That will never change!"
Randy knew what Jombo was thinking about. He was afraid that if they left with Carla, they would change their last name to hers.
Although Randy agreed to follow Carla, he had already made up his mind to keep his last name.
"Good!" repeated Jombo.
He held the children's hands tightly, unwilling to let go.
Staring at Zayn, he looked like he wanted to say something. However, he was struggling so much that he could not articulate a single word.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. The kids won't leave if I'm here."
Zayn knew that Jombo's death wish was to let the children stay in the Giblo residence.
At this point in time, he had no choice but to say a Whyte lie.
"She… she…" mumbled Jombo.
Thompson quickly explained, "Mr. Giblo wants to meet Carla!"
"She's outside. I'll go and get her."
Although Zayn was not confident at all, he had to fulfill Jombo's death wish.
Carla was replying to Rogan's message outside. Zayn walked out of the ward and whispered, "Grandpa wants to see you."
"We have nothing to talk about."
She did not wish to forgive Jombo. The act of bringing the kids over to visit him and waiting there calmly was already a huge gesture of kindness.
She could not bring herself to visit her enemy, who had humiliated and harmed her multiple times.
"I'm begging you." Zayn walked to her front and pleaded softly, "He's about to die. His last wish is to see you, so please give him a chance to do so."
He had never begged someone like that before.
Still wearing the clothes from last night, he looked extremely haggard. His arm was still injured from her gunshot, with a bandage wrapped simply around his wound. Stubbles filled his chin, exhaustion was written all over his face and his eyes were bloodshot…
It was heartbreaking to see him like this.
Carla recalled what happened last night. Hatred still burned within her and her instinct was to refuse his request. However, when she raised her head and met Zayn's reddened eyes, her resolve wavered.
"You're so annoying!"
Although that was what she said, she still walked toward the ward.
Zayn rushed forward and opened the door for her.
In the ward, the kids were surrounding Jombo and encouraging him.
"Great-grandpa, I was awarded two patents a few days ago! I've even brought the certificates over for you to see!"
"Great-grandpa, get well soon! You still need to play soccer with me."
"Great-grandpa, didn't you say that you'll bring me to M Nation to see the horses you've reared? I haven't even been there! You can't break your promise…"
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