After speaking, Mosa patted Carla on the shoulder. "Well, that's just my opinion. You should think about it."
Carla kept her head low and remained silent.
She didn't understand why in today's society which preached equality, there were people who thought they could pick on others just because they had more power.
Zayn's like that, and now there's Shelley Benday too.
But I guess it's no surprise. Birds of the same feathers flock together, after all!
They're friends precisely because they behave the same way.
"Are you okay?" Benard asked softly.
Carla merely glared at him, then left with the first-aid kit without a word.
Benard remained frozen in place with a miserable look on his face. What did I do to deserve that?
By lunch, Carla was still so infuriated that she was in no mood to eat. Mosa gave her a sandwich and arranged for her to work on some lighter tasks.
Zayn left in the afternoon, but not before casting Carla a glance when passing the reception desk. Even so, he said nothing and headed straight toward the elevator.
Carla kept her head buried in documents. Remember, Carla, don't you ever bother with that disgusting man ever again!
By the time work ended and Carla arrived home, she had already managed to keep her emotions in check. "I'm home!" she exclaimed with a smile.
"Mommy!"
The three children rushed up to her and leaped into her arms, asking for hugs and kisses.
"What happened to your hand, Mommy?" Randy immediately asked upon noticing Carla's hand, which had been firmly swathed in bandages.
"Oh, I hurt myself at work, " Carla replied cheerily. "Don't worry, though. It's just a tiny injury."
"Why do you keep getting injured, Mommy? Is it really dangerous at work?" Josh asked anxiously.
"He's right, Mommy. If it's too dangerous, you should change jobs, " said Venus as her heart ached. "I don't want to see you get injured, Mommy."
"Me neither!" agreed Josh and Randy in unison.
"Me neither!" Dori suddenly chimed in.
The parrot certainly had a knack for mimicry.
"It's not dangerous, " Carla responded with a chuckle. "I was just too clumsy. Don't worry, kiddos. Mommy will be more careful next time."
"Are you hurt, Miss? Let me take a look." Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Borah rushed out of the kitchen.
"I'm fine! Really." Carla hastily changed the subject. "Is dinner ready, Mrs. Borah? I'm starving."
"It is, but…"
"Is there my favorite beef stew tonight?"
"Yup, there is. Alright, you all. Go wash your hands, and I'll start serving up the food!"
Being able to spend every single day with her family and talking about life's trivial matters over meals.
To Carla, this was a blessing. She was especially thankful for her current life and didn't want anyone else disrupting that.
If Zayn were a regular guy, maybe he'd be thrilled to reunite with his children.
But he's no regular guy.
The woman had initially thought of telling him the truth as they slept in each other's arms that night, so that the entire family could finally be reunited.
Not even what Jenner had said to her eventually was enough to make her suspicious of Zayn.
Yet, Shelley's arrival today seemed to have completely thrown even the slightest idea of the children meeting their father out the window.
At night, Carla lay in bed alone. Gazing at her injured hand and thinking about everything that had happened that day, a mix of emotions swirled within her.
She used to think that Zayn was a volatile man prone to mood swings. Moreover, he seemed to have been involved in her father's death, so he wasn't fit to be a father himself.
But now, Carla had another problem—there was a gap between her and Zayn that she could never cross.
It wasn't just their clashing personalities or the obstacles that came their way; it had more to do with their different statuses and family backgrounds.
I'm nothing but a regular employee who even struggles with life, but he's a powerful man far beyond my reach.
We're just not meant to be.
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