"Shut up, brat, " Jombo snapped. "Don't mind him, kids, " he calmed the children down.
"You're so nice to us, Mr. Jombo." Venus hugged Jombo, and her adorable voice melted his heart.
"I'll repay my debt when I grow up, grandpa." Josh thumped his chest. "I'll be a rich guy and buy you anything you want. I promise."
Jombo roared with laughter. "Good! Good!"
"He's such a smooth talker." Benard smiled. "No wonder Mr. Jombo's so amused."
Carla heaved a sigh of relief. Good thing Randy made his move at the right time, or else I would have stepped in. That'd play right into his hand. But Zayn seems to be doing it on purpose. Did he recognize me?
Carla didn't want to stay there any longer. Thus, she quickly cleaned up the place and prepared to leave. "Hold it, " Zayn said. Carla stopped in her tracks, her sight remaining downward as she waited for his command. "You missed a spot." He pointed at the wine stain on the table.
Heeding his orders, Carla went over to clean the table. However, Randy frowned, unsure of what to feel.
"Grandpa, did you get their parents' approval before you did all of that?" Zayn said on purpose. "What if the kids' father objects to it?"
The children looked despondent at the mention of their father. After all, the other kids laughed at them because they had no father.
"Can you shut up?" Jombo knew the kids came from a single-parent family, and he didn't want to talk about that.
"What's your father's name?" Zayn kept on asking, ignoring Jombo.
The kids looked at one another, unsure of what to answer. Fury welled up within Carla, her hand trembling. That b_stard. He's doing this on purpose. I don't mind him doing this to me, but why the kids? Why in front of everyone? She felt like slapping him at that moment.
"Didn't your mommy tell you?" Zayn tried to wheedle it out of them.
"Why should we tell you?" Randy glared. "Don't you think hassling us when we can't answer is a rude behavior?"
Zayn was surprised to see Randy so angry. Brad's been getting along with them for a while now. Don't they know that he's their father? Even if they don't, he would tell them, wouldn't he? Wait, did this stupid woman lie to me? Brad isn't actually their father?
Zayn was inexplicably excited once that idea popped up. He was about to keep asking when the glass of fruit juice was spilled onto him all of a sudden. Frowning, he stared at the "janitor'" coldly. She did it on purpose.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, " Carla kept apologizing and wiping his shirt with the cloth she used to clean the table.
"F_ck off!" Zayn shoved her away, and she inadvertently fell.
"Mommy!" Randy shot up and exclaimed.
Everyone looked at him. "What's wrong, Randy?" Jombo asked.
"I…" Randy looked away and shifted the topic quickly, "I just remembered that mommy's alone at home and hasn't had dinner yet."
"Oh yeah. I have to get some food for her." Venus filled a bag with the food on her plate, planning to take it home to her mother.
"I wanna get her something to eat too." Josh helped.
"Now, now, kids. I'll get them to pack something else for your mother, " Jombo quickly said. "You're all good kids, but you should finish your dinner first. Your mother shouldn't have leftovers for dinner, right? I'll take you home once they cook something up for your mother."
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