Randy frowned and eyed the adult anxiously. "My impression of you has always been brutal and intimidating… Did you fight with Mommy? Is that why you locked her up?"
Zayn took a sip of his wine and replied, "We didn't fight, and even if we did, I wouldn't lock her up."
So that's why children are afraid of me. I've been giving off a bad impression.
Randy pressed on, "Then where is she right now?"
Zayn evaded the serious matter. "She's in another city, and she'll be back tomorrow night. Don't worry. I'll ensure her safety.""Can I trust you?" Randy was still worried.
"I swear." Zayn's lips curled up as he wanted to win over the child's trust.
"Then that's great!" Randy heaved a sigh of relief as he drank the grape juice. Then he placed the glass down and excused himself politely. "I have to go. Thanks for the treat."
The child was so young, but he had good manners. His every move gave off a gentleman-ish impression and infected the arrogant and cold Zayn.
He placed his wine glass on the table and stood up to send the child off. "Don't worry and stay at your Mr. Jombo's house. Your Mommy will come for you guys after a few days."
Randy bowed at the adult to show his respect. "Thank you. I enjoyed our talk today. I think I have a greater understanding of you now."
"Hehe! My pleasure!" Zayn smiled.
Randy moved his short legs and slid down from the sofa, while Zayn went to support him subconsciously.
Hand-in-hand, the two of them exchanged a glance and curled their lips, smiling at each other.
Randy's smile moved Zayn, and for some reason, the latter felt a sense of familiarity toward the child.
"Goodbye." Randy turned around and left after giving Zayn a smile.
The door of the study opened, and out came the two of them. Thompson bowed at Zayn before leaving with Randy.
The adult stood in the corridor on the second floor and watched them leave.
When Randy was about to exit the main hall, he turned around and waved his hand at the man.
Zayn waved back subconsciously with a wide smile on his face.
After Randy left, Zayn retracted his gaze from the main entrance. It was right then he finally noticed Benard and the others were widening their eyes in surprise, as they had their mouth agape, all the while staring at him.
They had been serving Zayn for ten years, but he had never shown his friendly side to them.
He is acting so friendly toward a child!
What's going on today?
Heading toward the study, Zayn returned to his usual self, and his expression changed from amiable to icy cold in an instant.
Benard walked toward him and asked nosily, "Mr. Giblo, what did you guys talk about?"
"Busybody." Zayn rolled his eyes at him and got ready to continue his work.
Suddenly, the butler rushed into the study and asked anxiously, "Mr. Natch, did you drink the grape juice?"
Confusion arose in Zayn's mind as he saw the reaction of the butler. "I didn't. What's wrong?"
"That's a relief." The butler heaved a sigh of relief. "When the new maid prepared the grape juice, she added some peaches to lift the sourness, but she didn't know you're allergic to peaches. I was worried, so I came in a rush. That really scared me to death."
"Thank goodness you didn't drink the juice." Wiping off his sweat, Benard reprimanded, "You'll have to train and explain everything clearly to the new maid."
The butler nodded profusely. "Yes. I've gathered them for a meeting, and I'll explain everything to them. There won't be another mistake next time."
"You can go now." Benard waved his hand dismissively.
After cleaning up the table, the butler lowered his head and left the room.
Zayn sat at his desk. Right when he was about to go through the documents, Thompson called him. "Mr. Zayn, what did Randy eat at your place?"
"He drank some juice. Why?" Zayn took his pen to sign the documents after giving them a detailed read-through.
"After getting on the car, Randy felt uncomfortable, and he vomited a lot of green liquid. There are rashes on his face and neck…" Feelings of worry consumed Thompson as he spoke in a rushed tone. "Mr. Zayn, you can't do this to a child even if you're mad about something. Mr. Giblo likes this child the most. If something happens to him…"
Zayn immediately interrupted Thompson and gave his orders in a hurry. "He's allergic to peaches. Send him to the hospital now!"
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