That day, Zayn kept one eye on his phone, waiting for Carla to call.
But she never did.
At night, Naya came over to give her report. She kindly said, "Miss Wigston's waist injury is much better.
She should recover soon. By the way, I sent her a message in the afternoon, and she said that she's
going back to work tomorrow."
"Okay. What else did she say?" Zayn asked casually.
What he really wanted to ask was if she mentioned him.
"She… She also said that your arrangement is very thoughtful…" Naya gingerly lied. "You even arranged
accommodations for the doctor and attendants which allow them to take care of the children. She said
you solved a huge problem for her and she's very thankful…"
"You're getting bolder these days. How dare you lie to me?" Zayn cut her off and glared at her
menacingly.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Giblo, " Naya hung her head and apologized.
Zayn knitted his brow. So it really was a lie. That ungrateful wretch. She has no concept of being
thankful.
"Go." Zayn lowered his gaze and continued sipping his alcohol.
"Yes." Naya bowed and was about to back out of the room when she came face to face with old Mr.
Giblo. She quickly lowered her head again and greeted, "Nice to see you, old Mr. Giblo!"
"Yes. Has the matter been resolved?" Old Mr. Giblo took a seat on the sofa opposite Zayn.
"What matter?" Zayn asked without thinking. When realization hit him, he said, "Oh, it's settled!"
"Good." Old Mr. Giblo nodded. "Divine Corporation is growing by the day. You need to take note of
public opinion. I hope my incident didn't cause you too much bad press."
"No, it's fine." Zayn looked at how he was dressed to the nines. "You're dressed up. Do you have a
date with some old woman?" Zayn teased.
"Stop it. How dare you tease me, you brat!" Old Mr. Giblo whacked Zayn with his crutch.
"Hehe…" Zayn chuckled. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to see my three grandchildren." Old Mr. Giblo's face immediately brightened at the thought
of the three children. "I just called them and asked them out for a meal."
Zayn frowned. "Are you serious? You've only known them for a few days. Why are you treating them
like your actual great-grandchildren?"
"Those three children are fated with me. From the moment I set eyes on them, I felt a sense of
closeness. Moreover, they look a little like you. You share similar personalities as well, especially with
Randy…" Old Mr. Giblo chuckled.
"Stop! Those three rug rats…" Zayn snapped with displeasure.
He hurriedly added, "Don't set them so close to me. I'm not the kind of person to sleep around!"
"I know you're careful in that area. Otherwise, I might suspect that they're actually your children!" old
Mr. Giblo sighed as he rolled his eyes.
"I used to always be on your case and forbade you from gallivanting out there. Now that I see these
three children, I very much hope that you'll gallivant. You only have to do it at least once."
"Have you gone senile? What nonsense are you spouting?" Zayn's face grew solemn.
"Fine, fine. I'm done wasting my breath on you." Old Mr. Giblo rose to his feet and started to walk out.
"You're just a boring stick in the mud. I'm off to see my grandchildren. They're too cute!"
Zayn was speechless. He did not expect that old Mr. Giblo would become so close to Brad's
children. Somehow, it did not sit well with him. He took big gulps from his glass.
"Mr. Giblo. Will old Mr. Giblo realize who those three children are? Should we give Miss Wigston a head's
up?" Benard whispered his suggestion.
"She has a brain of her own. Can't she think for herself?" Zayn snapped.
"Yes!"