Jombo sighed in relief as he caught a glimpse of the family emerging unscathed.
Luckily it was just a fright—nothing serious. If something had happened, Zayn and the children will hate me for the rest of their lives.
"What an eventful day!" Thompson exclaimed. "What a fright it gave me. My old heart was unable to take it!"
"Let's go." Jombo gestured. He turned back and saw Mrs. Borah howling in grief from within the car. A bodyguard ran over. "Mrs. Borah, Miss Wigston is fine. Look!"
Mrs. Borah stared in the direction the bodyguard pointed. The family of five strolled happily towards their car. Nobody was hurt, not even the bird.
In an instant, Mrs. Borah was crying tears of joy. "Oh, thank God! Miss Wigston is fine."
Suddenly, she wailed in horror again. "They forgot about me! We were supposed to take wedding pictures together! Miss Wigston, wait for me!"
With the help of the bodyguard, Mrs. Borah squeezed her plump little body out of the car and ran after Zayn and his family.
At the sight of Mrs. Borah's plump figure running after them, Thompson couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Silly old bugger, always laughing at Mrs. Borah, " Jombo teased him. "You have a crush on her, don't you?"
"Huh?" Thompson was taken aback. "No, why would I be thinking of something like that?" he stammered an explanation. "I just think…"
"You sound guilty, " Jombo said sternly as he glared at Thompson. He waved at a bodyguard to lift him into the car. "Oh, and tell the rascal that I won't be attending his photoshoot. I'll drop by at the wedding, " he casually instructed Thompson before departing.
"Yes, sir, " Thompson responded with a bow. He froze as he grasped the full meaning of Jombo's words. "Are you saying that you agree to it?"
"Can I say no?" Jombo sighed helplessly. "If I voice my disagreement again, they'll all hate me."
"I'm glad that you've thought it through, sir. I will inform Mr. Zayn right away." Thompson bowed again and rushed off.
"Mr. Zayn, Mr. Zayn!" At the sound of Thompson's voice, Zayn spun around as he was placing the children in the car. "What is it, Thompson?"
"M-Mr. Jombo said…" panted Thompson. As he was old, it took him several moments to recover from the short sprint.
"We can talk about this when we get back, " said Zayn with a frown. He was worried that his grandfather was trying to interfere again. He wasn't in the mood for it and tried to drive away before he had to hear what Thompson had to say.
"He said he won't be attending the photoshoot, but he'll drop by at the wedding!" Thompson finished in a hurry.
Zayn froze. He turned around to look at Thompson again. "Are you saying that grandpa agreed to it?"
"That was what I asked him!" Thompson then imitated Jombo's tone of voice as he repeated the latter's reply word by word, "If I voice my disagreement again, they'll all hate me."
Zayn laughed with joy. "Thank him for me, please!"
"Yes, sir." Thompson nodded with a smile. "Hurry on to the hospital. Mr. Jombo would feel sad to see the injuries on your arm."
At that, he walked away. Mrs. Borah was still jogging toward them. "Watch your step, Mrs. Borah, " Thompson greeted her as they crossed paths.
"Oh, thank you." Mrs. Borah nodded. "Mr. Zayn, Miss Wigston, are you all right?"
"We're fine." Zayn signaled at two bodyguards to help Mrs. Borah up the car.
"Daddy, what did Mr. Thompson say?" The children crowded around Zayn, for they were not able to overhear his conversation with Thompson.
"He said, your great-grandpa has given us his blessing!" Zayn said as he hugged Carla. "Does this put your mind at ease?"
"Yes, it does." Carla nodded vigorously. With his blessing, I can finally go on with the wedding without worries.
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