Just as she was thinking, she heard a familiar voice from outside. "Where am I? Why did you
bring me here?"
"Don't be scared, Mrs. Borah. This will be your home from today onwards, " Naya said with a
smile.
"My home? This villa is as big as a small castle. How could this be my home?" Mrs. Borah
sounded more panicked now. "Dr. Goman, have you made a mistake? Please send me
back to the hospital at once."
Hearing this, Carla put down her phone and ran out to greet Mrs. Borah immediately.
As she expected, Mrs. Borah was standing in the first-floor lobby, looking suspiciously
around and looking like a lost sheep.
Naya stood beside her, trying her best to assure the older woman. "Don't worry, Mrs. Borah.
Miss Wigston is here too—I'll bring you to see her."
"Miss?" Mrs. Borah asked, aghast.
"Mrs. Borah!" Carla flew down the stairs to greet her.
"Miss!" When she spotted Carla, Mrs. Borah ran over to her immediately. "There you are
at last! Do you know how worried I've been for the past few days? Where have you been?
The kids and I haven't managed to reach you by phone at all. I thought you got into an
accident."
Here, Mrs. Borah choked up with tears. She had been having such a hard time in the hospital
because she kept worrying for Carla and the kids. If Naya hadn't been around to stop
her, Mrs. Borah would have left the hospital to search for them.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Borah…" Carla looked very guilty. "Something happened to me a few days
ago, and I lost contact with the outside world. I just returned here yesterday."
"What happened to you? Were you injured?" Mrs. Borah pulled Carla closer to her and
inspected her up and down.
"Just a few minor injuries. It's nothing serious." Carla was deathly afraid that Mrs. Borah
might notice the injury on her back. Pulling her to the sofa hastily, Carla said, "Don't
worry about me now. Everything has been resolved."
"That's good, then." Mrs. Borah let out a sigh of belief. She shot a dark look at her
surroundings and whispered to Carla, "Miss, let's go home. The kids are going to get off
from school very soon. If no one picks them up at Happy Avenue, they're going to be
frightened."
"Don't worry, someone will be there to pick them up, " Carla said. She turned to Naya and
asked, "Dr. Goman, what's going on? Isn't Mrs. Borah supposed to be in the hospital? Why
did you bring her here instead?"
"These are Mr. Giblo's orders, " Naya said with a smile. "He was worried that you might be
bored alone at home, so he got me to bring Mrs. Borah along."
"Ugh, what does he think he's doing?" Carla wrinkled her nose with distaste. "Mrs. Borah
needs to undergo treatment for her condition. How could he take her out of the hospital
earlier just to keep me company?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Giblo has already made arrangements." Naya pointed outside and said
with a smile, "There's a small hut in the courtyard that has been empty for years. Mr. Giblo
ordered me to renovate it and turn it into a clinic."
"I've already transported all the medical equipment here earlier today. In the future, you, Mrs.
Borah, and the young masters can receive medical treatment in the comfort of your home
instead of running back and forth from the hospital."
"Oh my goodness!" Carla felt rather stunned. No wonder the workers had been
delivering medical supplies into the house earlier on—Naya was going to set up a clinic
right here.
Zayn had done so many things for her without even telling her…
"Oh, I'm so confused." Mrs. Borah's head was spinning slightly. She gazed at Carla,
perplexed. "Miss, you and that guy from the Giblo family…what's the relationship between
the both of you?"
"It'll take me a while to explain that to you, " Carla said, patting Mrs. Borah's hand. "Come
upstairs to my room. I'll tell you everything there slowly."
"Okay!" Mrs. Borah nodded.
At that moment, Mrs. Bolistin walked into the room. "Miss Wigston, I've heated up the chicken
broth for you. Should I send it upstairs for Mrs. Borah and yourself?"
"Yes, thank you, " Carla nodded appreciatively at her. "Dr. Goman, thanks for your help.
Please don't let us trouble you any further."
"Alright." Naya smiled at her before leaving the room.
Carla pulled Mrs. Borah into her room. When Mrs. Borah saw how the room was
decorated, she frowned immediately. "This room belongs to a man, doesn't it? Is he that
Giblo guy? Miss, have you gotten together with him?"
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