Carla knew Zayn was intractable. He would never show his vulnerability before his family.
He would not breathe a word even if she asked. It would only bother him further, so Carla decided to just swallow her question.
"Alright. I'll let you off the hook this time." Zayn let her go reluctantly.
Carla got out of the bed and pulled on a cardigan before going over to wash up. She changed into a new set of clothes and came over to help Zayn wash up.
She had never taken care of other people. The maids at home saw to it that she did not need to lift a finger to take care of anything at home in the past two years, but it felt so natural for her to attend to Zayn.
Zayn's heart warmed looking at her. It reminded her of the days they spent together. Everything was so blissful and now there was finally a chance for them to resume their relationship.
"All done." Carla wiped Zayn's hands clean and headed for the door.
"Good morning, Ms. Lierger."
Benard, Naya, Freda, and the others greeted her the moment they saw her coming out from the ward.
"Come on in, " she said.
"Yes." The tree headed in. Benard went over and stood beside Zayn while Naya checked on his wounds.
As for Freda, she went next to Carla and reported back on her work. "The private jet is ready. It's ready for takeoff at two in the afternoon.
"Noted." Carla nodded.
"I want to go home if there's nothing else to do at the hospital, " Zayn said.
Naya was concerned and tried changing his mind. "This is not a minor wound, Mr. Giblo. It'll be better to stay for a few more days. I know that Southridge has a hospital as well, but their equipment and facility are not as extensive. It's better to stay at this hospital. We'll be able to offer the best care in case…"
"In case?" Zayn cut her short impatiently, "There won't be any emergency. There's no need to be paranoid."
"But…"
Naya hushed when she met Zayn's fierce glare.
She looked at Benard beseechingly for help, but to her dismay, Benard did not object.
"Alright. I'll make the necessary arrangement."
Naya knew all hope was gone.
"Great, " Zayn said, turning toward Carla. "Get over here."
Carla's brows stitched looking at him. Seriously. He's showing his true color just when he's getting better.
"What do you want?" she said begrudgingly, going over.
Zayn pulled her hand. "You're moving back home."
"What?"
"I was injured because of you. You have a price to pay."
Carla wanted to refute, but she knew there was no good reason for her to reject him.
"What about the kids?" This was the best excuse she could give.
"They're coming back as well, " Zayn said. He wanted the whole family reunited. The thought of having the whole family back together put a smile on his face. "I can still read them bedtime stories even though I'm sick."
"I mean the three girls. We can't just leave them in Northridge."
"It's true that they are a handful, but they're adorable. Bring them along." The smile on his face deepened.
"What?" Carla knew Zayn was fond of children. He knew how to deal with kids well, but still, those girls were his enemy's children.
There was no way he would want to be under the same roof with them all the time.
"They are very playful. It'll be difficult to control all of them in one go. What about you go home and rest first. I have something to do for the next few days. I'll drop by your place after that."
"Where are you going? You're not leaving." Zayn's grip tightened around her hand.
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