Thompson returned to Southridge as he stood by the entrance with a cane in hand.
Thompson had aged greatly in a month as he couldn't accept Jombo's death. He now looked like an old man with Whyte hair.
Even the way he held the cane had somewhat resembled Mr. Giblo.
"Mr. Thompson!" Josh got off the car and ran towards Thompson.
The kids had treated Thompson as their Great-grandpa ever since Jombo's death. They shared the respect and dependency they had for Jombo with Thompson.
"Hello, Josh." Thompson bent over to hug Josh and patted him on his back. "I'm so glad to see you."
"Hehe, me too." Josh giggled. "Are you feeling better, Mr. Thompson?"
"Much better." Thompson rubbed Josh's head. "It's getting cold. We should get inside."
"Alright." Josh nodded as he held the nurse's hand and walked into the house.
Zayn stood by the car as he watched Thompson. He frowned and turned towards Benard and Brandy.
The duo quickly lowered their heads guiltily.
Naya also kept quiet and looked elsewhere.
"It seems like I'm an unwanted guest, Mr. Zayn?
Thompson smiled warmly at Zayn.
"Nonsense." Zayn walked up to him and smiled. "I've prepared some tea in my study room while waiting. Would you like to have some?"
"Well, don't mind if I do."
Zayn ordered the servants to make tea as he entered the villa side by side with Thompson. Then, they made their way to the study room.
Zayn took off his jacket and sat on the sofa. As he instinctively reached out for a glass of wine, Thompson stopped him. "You shouldn't be drinking anymore."
The servants froze in horror.
Zayn waved his hand and the servants quickly backed away.
"Oh, don't listen to those rascals, Mr. Thompson, " Zayn explained. "I assure you, it's nothing serious."
"Don't try to hide it from me. I know everything." Thompson sighed sadly. "I knew Selena was up to no good from the start. Yet, I didn't think she would do such a thing even at the brink of death."
"I believe if Mr. Giblo had known that you were poisoned, he would have regretted for trusting the wrong person."
"Forget it, it's history now. So, there's no point talking about it anymore, " Zayn answered.
"Of course. She's gone now anyway." Thompson sighed.
"I can only hope that you would be able to recover with the help of the treatment. Carla is the best example, so I believe you will recover too."
Mr. Giblo is gone, so you're all the Giblo Group is left with. Can you imagine what would happen to it without you? And the kids too! What would they do without you? Thompson thought to himself.
"I know…" Zayn nodded. "I'll head to the office tomorrow to settle some matters before I start the treatment. Therefore, I may need your help with the household matters."
"Okay, " Thompson replied as he glanced at Zayn's hand that was covered with gauze. "I saw the news and I know it must be very hard on you. But you must know that you have a long life ahead of you! There's always hope as long as you're alive!" Thompson said.
"I know…" Zayn nodded. "I'll head to the office tomorrow to settle some matters before I start the treatment. Therefore, I may need your help with the household matters."
Zayn's heart tingled when he heard those words. He's right. I can turn things around as long as I'm still breathing.
"Just focus on the treatment and everything will turn out for the better, " Thompson patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Mr. Domitos will take care of the company and I can look after the household on your behalf. So, don't worry."
"Alright." Zayn smiled and nodded. "The tea's ready. Please try it."
"Sure."
The men then drank tea quietly in the study room as the sound of rain pitter-pattered by the windowsill.
Zayn noticed Thompson's wrinkled hand when he poured tea for him. He couldn't help but think of his father and sighed. "Do you think my father regretted his decision when he passed?"
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