"Carla! Carla!" Brad shouted from outside the ward. "Are you okay?"
He paused for a moment before speaking again, "Zayn Giblo! I won't let you hurt her again!"
"Mr. Chroma, please be quiet! This is a hospital!" Naya scolded.
"Mrs. Borah gave me a call and told me that the kids went missing!" Brad exclaimed angrily. "Did Zayn kidnap them? They're only three years old! Doesn't he know that the kids…"
"That's enough!" Naya bellowed, cutting him off. "You're doing nothing but hurting Miss Wigston!""What are you talking about? Why would I hurt her?" Brad asked incredulously as he tried to push past her. "Zayn Giblo! Get out…"
The door creaked open before he could finish his sentence.
Zayn emerged from the room, his clothes in a wrinkled mess.
Even so, his mere presence felt like a chokehold.
He glared at Brad warily. "What's the matter now, Mr. Chroma?"
"Zayn Giblo! Did you kidnap those three kids?" Brad asked, his voice shaking.
Instead of answering, Zayn merely narrowed his eyes, making the temperature in the room drop by a few more degrees.
"Brad!" Carla exclaimed, limping out of the room while holding her injured waist. "He didn't kidnap the kids, and you're not needed here. Leave!"
"Carla! What in the world happened to you?" Brad yelled the moment he saw Carla in her battered state. He rushed forward to support her. "Did you get hurt? Who did this to you?"
Zayn had kicked Carla squarely in the torso during the banquet that night, but Brad thought that she was fine.
However, the Carla standing before him looked as though she had gone through hell and back.
"I did it!" Zayn declared. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You're a criminal!" Brad screamed, raising his fist to punch Zayn.
"No!" Carla yelled, trying her best to push him away on her unsteady feet. "That's enough, Brad! You should go…"
The more Brad got himself involved in her matters, the more difficult things became.
Naya sighed. She knew how much Zayn cared about Carla, and he would definitely try his best to help her as long as she asked him for help.
However, Brad's involvement would only make things thousand times more complicated.
He's messing everything up!
"Carla! Let's go!" Brad said, grabbing Carla's hand.
"You're not going to make it out of here alive, " Zayn scoffed. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Brad's neck. "You have a death wish, don't you, Brad Chroma!"
Brad clawed at his iron grip and opened his mouth wide in a futile attempt to breathe, and his face slowly turned a ghastly shade of Whyte just seconds later.
"No!" Carla screamed, lunging forward to pull Zayn backward, only to be thrown to the side roughly.
She collapsed onto the ground and hissed in pain.
Naya rushed forward to help her up while Benard yelled, "Mr. Giblo! Calm down!"
"Shut up!" Zayn yelled, losing control entirely.
I should have been more decisive!
I would have helped Carla find her kids if that jerk didn't barge in and attempt to take her away!
I can't take this anymore!
I must kill him!
His grip tightened, and he could almost see Brad's soul leaving his body.
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