Mrs. Borah panicked and pushed Carla behind her. "Don't touch her! I dare you to beat me up!"
Zayn simply sighed and signaled to his bodyguards, who dragged Mrs. Borah away. "Help! Somebody help me!" Mrs. Borah was terrified as it happened.
One of the bodyguards reached over and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Mrs. Borah…" Carla called, worried that she might get hurt.
"Don't worry, Miss Wigston, " Naya whispered. "Mr. Giblo won't hurt her.""But…"
Before Carla could finish her sentence, Zayn grabbed her chin roughly and twisted her neck around to face him.
His eyes flashed dangerously as he asked, "Am I some sort of convicted criminal, huh?"
"W-What do you mean?" Carla asked, terrified. "I never thought of you as the one…"
"Benard!" Zayn shouted, ignoring her attempt to explain herself completely. "Capture the three little rascals now!"
"Yes, " Benard said, glancing at Carla before rushing out of the room.
"No…" Carla pleaded, lunging forward to stop Benard. Before she could even get close to the door, Zayn gripped her arm tightly and dragged her back towards the bed.
"Zayn Giblo! How dare you!" Brad screamed. "What do you think you are? I've already called the police, and if you don't let go of Carla now…"
"I don't care about the cops!" Zayn shouted, cutting him off. "Take him away!"
"Yes, Sir!" two bodyguards chorused before dragging Brad out of the room.
Brad screamed and struggled the whole way out, and a curious crowd had already formed by the time he got to the door. However, the moment he emerged from the ward, they took a step back in fear of getting themselves dragged into the fray.
Meanwhile, Zayn practically tossed Carla onto the bed, making her wince as her injured waist protested painfully.
"Stay put if you don't want to die!" he yelled, looking at her as though they were strangers.
"Don't be like this, Zayn…" Carla said weakly, her forehead shimmering with sweat. "Brad might have had some misgivings, but I've always believed you…"
"Oh, really?" Zayn asked, grinning coldly. "Did you really think that I kidnapped your kids?"
"No, I…"
"I can't just sit around and be accused of something I never do, " Zayn said as he sat on the sofa and put one leg over the other elegantly. "So you think I'm a criminal? I'll act like one then!"
"No!" Carla sobbed, shaking her head vehemently. "Please…"
"Why don't you shut up and save some energy to plead for your kids' lives later?" Zayn huffed before getting up and leaving the ward.
Carla yelled his name over and over again, but he did not look back.
After he walked out of the door, a paramedic closed and locked the door from outside.
Carla limped to the door and pounded on it several times, only to receive no response. She fell to the ground in despair.
With Mrs. Borah ill and the kids missing, she was already under a lot of stress. Zayn's outburst was the last straw on the camel's back.
She refused to think about what would happen if Zayn managed to find her kids and capture them for good.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door a couple of times. It opened seconds later to reveal Naya, who was pushing a cart filled with medical supplies.
"Dr. Goman…" Carla cried, tugging on Naya's coat desperately. "Please tell Zayn to leave my kids alone!"
"There's no need to do that, " Naya said calmly. "In fact, I don't think it's a bad thing."
"What?" Carla said, confused. "He's going to capture my kids! How is that any good?"
She froze as realization hit her like a truck. Wait… If the kids are missing, he will have to find them first if he wants to capture them, right?
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