"Dr. Goman, put me down. I can walk by myself." Randy had always been an exceptionally
well-behaved and understanding child. He seemed mature compared to children his age.
After putting him down, Naya walked next to him while holding his tiny hand.
While carrying Josh in his arms, Benard shivered after recalling this child hitting him with his
tiny leather shoes previously. He couldn't imagine what a terror he would be after growing
up!
At the same time, while being in Josh's arms, Dori looked at Benard timidly and its little eyes
darting around. It was probably wondering if Benard would snap its neck after it had pooped on
his head earlier.
Benard deliberately glared at it, then Dori hurriedly flew to Randy's shoulder out of fear.
Randy looked over at Benard, who immediately flashed an ingratiating smile at him.
Randy was most likely to be the future heir, so it was better not to offend him.
The moment they stepped out of the hospital, they suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Mr.
Zayn!"
Zayn turned around and saw Thompson standing in the corridor while smiling at him.
"Hello Mr. Thompson!" Randy greeted politely.
"Good boy, Randy! It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Thompson went over and uttered
gently.
"I'm here to see Mommy. Thank you for your concern." Even though Randy was tired, he did
not forget his manners.
"Silly boy, it's my pleasure. Have you gotten used to staying at Uncle Zay's place?" Thompson
squatted down and caressed Randy's head gently.
Randy replied politely, "It's fine. Josh and Venus are exhausted, Mr. Thompson. I'll go back with
them to get some rest. See you next time."
Thompson patted his tiny shoulder and uttered, "Alright, see you next time! If anything
happens, feel free to contact me anytime. Mr. Jombo's phone is turned off and you have my
number."
"Got it, thanks Mr. Thompson." Randy replied courteously.
"Send them back." Zayn handed Venus to Naya and turned to look at Randy. "I'll
accompany Mommy at the hospital, then go back to see you guys tomorrow. Be good!"
"Yes." Randy nodded his head, turned around and left.
"Yes." Accompanied by a few bodyguards, Naya and Benard entered the car with the children.
Upon seeing them leave, Thompson said smilingly, "Mr. Zayn, care to talk for a bit?"
"What do you want to talk about, Mr. Thompson?" Zayn turned around and entered the
inpatient building.
"Miss Carla is the mother of these three children?" Thompson asked softly.
"Yes." Zayn wasn't planning to hide the truth anymore because he knew there was no
point in doing that. In addition, since the three kids were his, Jombo could no longer oppose
Carla from being part of the family.
"Then, the three kids are…" Thompson was trying to probe further.
"I'll fill Grandpa in with the details after he wakes up."
Zayn thought he should tell Jombo about this matter personally, and it was better to keep
a low profile for now.
"Noted. Sorry to disturb you." Thompson nodded in response.
Zayn arrived at Carla's ward and saw her sleeping soundly. It must be due to the
sedatives.
He got on the bed and lay on his side. While hugging Carla, he gently brushed her messy
hair with his fingers. Then he whispered to her ear, "Don't be scared, I'll never leave you
again."
Throughout the night, although everything seemed calm and peaceful, Zayn had an
overwhelming feeling bubbling from within. It was as if he could predict something bad was
about to happen…
As the time slowly ticked away, soon it was already daytime.
After experiencing such a hectic and strenuous time, Zayn was extremely exhausted.
Even though his initial plan was to look after Carla, instead, he had fallen asleep with her
in his arms.
That morning, he suddenly felt someone gently caressing his brows, then he jumped up
instantly and saw it was Carla's pretty face in front of him.
Instead of her being crazy and out of control like the previous night, Carla's expression
was rather calm while she stroked his face.
"You're awake…"
Before Zayn was able to finish his sentence, Carla passionately kissed him.
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