Zayn dashed into the ward where Carla was.
Four medical staff was pinning her down while Naya tried to comfort her. "Ms. Wigston, don't be scared. I'm Naya. You're safe now. Please calm down…"
However, Carla wasn't listening to her at all. She kept struggling while screaming her head off. She looked like she had experienced something horrible.
Zayn took a huge stride towards Carla. "Get lost!" he shouted.
The medical staff backed away immediately.
Carla had lost control of herself. She grabbed a syringe and swung it around. She accidentally scratched her own arm with that.
Without hesitation, Zayn hugged her tightly.
Carla shoved the needle into his arm. Despite that, he still didn't let go of her. He held on to Carla tightly and refused to let go. "It's okay now. It's okay now. I'm here… I'm here…"
Carla kept struggling like a crazy wildcat but Zayn's grip was tight and she was trapped in his arms, unable to move.
She then opened her mouth and bit him on his neck. Carla was biting so hard like a wild beast biting its prey.
Blood streamed down from his neck.
But Zayn didn't push her away. Instead, he stroked her head to calm her down.
Terrified by the scene, the medical staff were trembling with fear.
Carla finally calmed down after a long while. Slowly, she fell asleep in Zayn's embrace.
Naya quickly approached him and lowered her voice. "Mr. Giblo, I'll remove the needle now. Please bear with it for a little while."
Zayn gave a nod.
Naya clenched her teeth and removed the needle, slowly and carefully. "Luckily the syringe is empty. Still, it's painful enough."
"What happened? Why is she like that? Is she hurt?" Zayn questioned.
"I've run a thorough examination on her. Other than the injuries on her back, there are ligature marks on her wrists and ankles. I also invited a gynecologist to check on Ms. Wigston and there's no sign of sexual assault. I'm not sure why she had such reactions after she awoke. Could it be that she's traumatized?"
Naya was puzzled.
"Leave, " Zayn instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Giblo." Naya left the room with the medical staff.
Zayn held Carla in his arms and gently kissed her on her forehead. He blamed himself for not keeping her safe from harm. She had suffered a lot because of him.
Looking at her frail body, his heart was shredded into pieces. Meanwhile, his hatred towards Solara increased by the second.
He swore to himself. I'll make her pay double the price for what she did to you.
Right then, a knocking was heard on the door, followed by Benard's voice. "Mr. Giblo, the kids called Mr. Thompson and asked for Ms. Wigston. Mrs. Bolistin said that the kids were throwing a tantrum. They skipped their meals and stayed awake to wait for their mother."
Zayn frowned upon hearing that. He promised to bring Carla home tonight and the kids were looking forward to that.
But how can I bring her home when she's in this condition?
After giving it some thought, Zayn replied, "Get the car ready. I'll go over."
"Alright."
Zayn caressed Carla's cheeks and tidied her hair. His heart ached as he saw the marks on her wrists. Suddenly, he spotted a prick mark on her wrist. He immediately called out to the medical staff.
"Mr. Giblo." Naya entered the room.
"Why is there a prick mark on her wrist?" Zayn queried.
"Before you came in, Ms. Wigston had grabbed the syringe once but I took it away from her. My hand was pricked too. Then she pricked the needle into your arm too." Naya showed him the prick mark on her own hand.
The crease between Zayn's brows deepened. Something's off. "Examine her one more time. Check carefully, " Zayn ordered.
"Yes, Mr. Giblo." Naya nodded.
Zayn continued giving instructions. "Get a few more staff to take care of her. Give her sedatives when necessary. Don't let her hurt herself. I have to go home now and I'll come back later."
"Understood. Leave it to me."
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