"Miss Wigston! Miss Wigston!"
Naya's calls interrupted her train of thoughts.
Carla then tried to change the subject. "I'll be leaving Mrs. Borah and Mrs. Peyton in your
able hands."
"Don't worry, I will take care of them." Naya nodded. "How's your stomach now? Are you
feeling better?"
"Very much so, " Carla replied with a slight smile. "I think I should be heading up now.
Thank you again."
"You're welcome. Feel free to approach me anytime." Naya picked up her bag and left.
Carla got her head in order before she returned upstairs.
The door to the study was slightly ajar. She was able to see Zayn instructing Randy on
some technological concepts from her position just outside.
The boy's brows were knitted in intense focus, much like Zayn's.
Josh and Venus were by their side. They must not have understood what was being shared
as the girl wandered off to fiddle with her Barbie doll in a pink tent at the side, while the
younger boy, too, started to play with Dori on the couch.
"You're an absolute genius!" Zayn was pleasantly surprised to discover Randy's talents.
"I was six when I started getting involved with technology. You're already ahead of me at
just three years old!"
"Really?"
Randy was delighted. He used to enjoy chatting to his mother about these while she was
still able to engage him adequately then. It, however, did not take long before his knowledge
base surpassed hers.
As others in the family were even less informed, Randy was without tutelage and made
little progress researching on his own.
He was in his element and able to advance in leaps and bounds the moment Jombo gifted
him a computer and enrolled him in online lessons.
However, the efficacy of remote sessions could not compare with that of live instruction. It
seemed that Randy was able to pick things up more easily and quickly, as it showed during
Zayn's first attempt.
Both father and son were tremendously pleased and felt a great sense of accomplishment.
"Uncle Zay…" Randy blurted.
"What?" Zayn reminded him with an eyebrow raised.
"I mean Daddy." The boy immediately rectified himself with a blush on his little cheeks.
Perhaps consistently hailing the man as such would still take some of getting used to. "With
regards to the development of your company's new product, I have a few suggestions.
Could you take me to observe the design process?"
"Of course I could." Zayn nodded. "I'll bring you down to the office tomorrow."
"Ah? To the office?" Randy felt slightly overwhelmed. "Would that be okay? I was just
thinking…"
"Why wouldn't it be?" Zayn patted the boy's head with pride. "You're my son. One day,
you'll be taking over my place at the helm of the company. The sooner you are able to get up
to speed, the sooner you could join me in running things together!"
"Yeah." Randy nodded. His beautiful eyes beamed with radiance.
Carla's lips lifted into a smile. She felt that this was the version of Randy which he really
wanted for himself.
Her coming back to the Giblos had proven to be the right decision for the children.
"Beep! Beep!"
Josh flipped himself up from the couch the second the alarm sounded. "Time's up for
Randy, Daddy. It's my turn."
"Alright." Zayn closed the laptop before turning to the older boy. "You can go rest up
now."
"I still want to read on." Randy took the device and continued what he was going before at
the side.
"You're very diligent." Zayn curled his lips. "Don't you want to learn martial arts together
with your brother?"
"Nah, I'm not interested in that." Randy's eyes were fixated on the screen. "Man can create
invincible weapons with his intelligence. No martial arts would be able to stand against
that."
"I beg to differ, as there are things that machines cannot overcome, " Josh retorted. "What's
more, the practice of martial arts can strengthen the body. Surely that's something that
machines cannot replicate?"
"A reasonable point." Zayn thought aloud with interest.
"Which one of us were you referring to, Daddy?" Josh eagerly wanted to validate himself.
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