Freda got home and reported everything about Benard to Carla.
Carla knitted her brows and responded in disbelief. "Are you sure? You mean I was wrong?"
"I don't think he lied." Freda thought about it. "But before they left, I did feel there was something weird about Mr. Giblo…"
"Continue to monitor and test them, " Carla ordered. "Try asking him out again tomorrow."
Freda nodded and consoled Carla. "Don't worry, Ms. Lierger. No news is good news. Perhaps there's nothing wrong with Mr. Giblo?"
"I hope so." Carla let out a sigh. "I'm afraid he's keeping things from me."
"You still care for him." Freda could tell. "And I think he cares for you too. Why don't you two get back together?"
"It's easier said than done." Carla sighed. "Besides, there are still many obstacles that get in our way…"
"What obstacles?" Freda was puzzled. "Since Mr. Jombo is not around anymore, no one can stop the two of you from getting back together anymore."
"Whatever that has happened in the past, I can't just let them be bygones, " Carla uttered with a bitter smile. "Our feuds may be in the past, but the pain remains."
Besides, it's not just a relationship problem but a feud between the Giblos and Liergers. I'm in no position to say or do anything at this point. What would others think of me if I return to the Giblo family when Daemon is still missing? And what if Daemon returns?
"You're right." Freda did not know what else to say anymore.
"It's getting late. Go and get some rest." Carla gently patted her shoulder.
Freda nodded. "You too. Remember don't wet your injured hand. Call us if you need any help."
"Got it."
The room quietened down once again after Freda had left.
Carla lay on the bed and could not sleep.
Everything that had happened today flashed across her mind, and she remembered how agitated Zayn was when she got injured. The way he looked her in the eyes had stirred her emotions.
Carla could feel the love he had for her, but she did not have the courage to start afresh with him.
Despite not being able to get back together with him, she still wanted the best for him.
Hence, she must get to the bottom of that matter.
Zayn, who also had trouble falling asleep, sat alone in the dark. The room was so quiet that the only sound in it was his breathing.
The hours gradually ticked away yet he was still wide awake.
He was afraid that he might not wake up had he fallen asleep.
It was the first time Zayn's vision was lost entirely ever since he fell ill three months ago. Though he had regained his vision, he felt his time on earth was running out.
He was worried.
Before I die, I must make all the arrangements properly. I must make sure my family, career, children, and Carla are all taken care of even when I'm gone!
He believed everything was under his control, but not Carla. He did not know what to do with her.
Just when he was deep in thoughts, Benard knocked on the door. "I'm back."
"Come in, " Zayn responded.
Benard apologized and entered the room slowly. He then reported the conversation he had with Freda to him. "It was clear that she was testing me, but I didn't say anything."
"You would have told her had I not reminded you, wouldn't you?" Zayn questioned him.
Benard lowered his head and kept mum. He dared not lie as he knew Zayn could read his mind.
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