"Let's do our best together." Randy's voice was a little hoarse. "We can put our heads together and think of a solution."
"Randy…" Carla felt bad for him. "You're still so young. I don't want you to feel burdened."
"I want to save Daddy." Furrowing his little eyebrows, the boy maintained a stubborn expression. "I'm sure I can solve the problem. Also, I have requested Mr. Domitos to come and help."
"All right. We will think of something together." Heart aching for her son, she reached out to hug him. "Let's go back now. I'll help you put on some medication."
"Mmm-hmm." Obediently, Randy went back inside with Carla. "Mommy, you should check on Daddy and see if—"
"He doesn't want us to see him. Let's not make it any more difficult for him, all right?" she exhorted as her eyes reddened.
"I understand." Randy lowered his head.
Back in the dining room, Josh turned his head away petulantly when he saw Randy.
"Randy, what happened to your hand?" When Venus saw that Randy's hand was injured, she rushed to his side. "Oh, you're hurt!"
"What happened?" Rogan hurried over to check on him. "Randy, how did you hurt yourself?"
"Bring him to dress his wound, " Carla instructed.
"Yes." Rogan did as she was told.
When Josh saw that Randy's hand was wounded, he could not help but worry, so he caught up to them and said, "Randy, let me help you."
"Josh, I'm sorry about just now. I didn't mean to lose my temper at you."
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it."
"Erm…"
"After all, you're the eldest. There's nothing I can do about you scolding me."
"That sounds about right."
"You…"
"Hahaha…"
Given that they were still kids, they patched up their relationship in the blink of an eye.
Looking at both of them, Carla felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Even though she continued eating with the children, she barely had any appetite. Instead, she kept looking upstairs and wondered how Zayn was coping.
Meanwhile, in the study on the second floor, Zayn was lying on the sofa. With a face as pale as a sheet, he seemed extremely weak.
"Naya is on her way. You should have a drink first."
Benard helped Zayn up and wanted to feed him some water.
However, Zayn made a gesture of rejection.
After lying down for half an hour, he had gradually recovered from the earlier shock. As a result, his mind began to clear.
"We can't keep this up." With red-rimmed eyes, Benard asked, "Should we go to the hospital?"
Too weak to speak, Zayn closed his eyes.
A second before he collapsed, the last thing he told Benard was to hide his condition from Carla and the children.
That was the only thing that mattered to him.
In fact, he was not even hoping to survive.
"Mr. Giblo…"
Looking at Zayn's condition, Benard felt tears welling up in his eyes. If it were possible, he would gladly suffer on his behalf.
In the meantime, Naya arrived with her assistant in haste. However, when she entered the hall and saw Carla with the children, she slowed down and feigned a relaxed manner as she said, "Mrs. Giblo, I'm here to change the dressing for Mr. Giblo's wound."
"Go ahead." Despite feeling worried, Carla put up a calm front.
"All right." Naya nodded before rushing upstairs with her assistant.
"Quick!" Bugara was waiting for them by the staircase.
The moment Naya entered the room and saw Zayn lying on the sofa, her knees buckled, but she forced herself to rush to his side. After examining his condition while kneeling, she gave him his medication.
"What medication is that? Will it be of any use?" Benard asked.
"I spoke to Dr. Solova before I came, " Naya explained in a low voice. "She suggested this."
"What else did she say?" Benard probed. "Does she have any other ideas?"
Naya shook her head dejectedly but said nothing else.
After taking the medication, Zayn gradually fell asleep. His expression eased significantly compared to before.
Putting a blanket over him, Naya explained, "Let him sleep. He will feel much better once he wakes up."
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