Zayn was well aware of how the poison reacted. When the attacks came, Carla would be in excruciating pain. But after that, she would be no different than an ordinary person.
However, once the poison seeps into the bone marrow, the frequency of the attacks would increase. When it is fully absorbed into the blood, Carla would then lose her life.
At that point, there was no point in relying on Dr. Feroma. Even if he woke up, he still needed time to recover before he could start treating Carla.
That would take at least one to two months. Carla couldn't afford to wait that long.
Hence, the only choice was to find Solara.
Perhaps, she might have the antidote.
Holding that thought, Zayn gave Boris a call.
During that period, Solara seemed to have disappeared and was just uncontactable. Nevertheless, Zayn knew Boris must have some way of getting in touch with her.
Soon, the call connected and a guilty voice was heard over the line. "Zayn…"
"Tell your Mom to state her demands and hand over the antidote!"
"What? What happened?" Boris was stunned.
"Just pass the message."
The moment he finished, Zayn ended the call.
He knew that if anyone in the world could find Solara, it would be Boris. As long as he had passed the message along, Solara would naturally get in touch with him.
"Zayn, are you ready?" Carla yelled from outside. "The makeup artist is here. So, I'll head over first."
When Zayn came out of the bathroom and saw that Carla was in high spirits, he smiled in satisfaction. "Go on. Let them help you cleanse your skin before applying makeup."
"Mmm-hmm." Carla came closer and gave him a peck. "I'm really happy today."
"Me too." Zayn gave her a hug. "I'll need to attend to something else first. You go on ahead with your makeup, alright?"
"Okay." Carla nodded repeatedly before reminding, "By the way, about my relatives and friends…"
"I've sent Benard along with Mrs. Borah to receive them. They definitely won't be late." Zayn pinched her cheeks. "So, don't worry."
"I know." Carla nodded with a smile.
At that moment, the children's excited screams could be heard outside. "Daddy, mommy, get up quick! There are a lot of people coming. We need to get ready too."
"Haha…" Carla laughed.
Zayn opened the door and was greeted by the three children standing there in their pajamas. Venus was still hugging her alpaca plushie, Josh had his toy gun in hand, while Randy held onto his tablet.
All of them had serious expressions, worrying on behalf of the adults.
"Get up! Get up!" Dori flapped her wings and circled noisily around the chandelier.
"She's so annoying!" Despite complaining, Zayn's expression was bursting with joy.
"Why aren't you getting changed?" Carla knelt and asked the kids.
"The makeup artist said that she wanted us to take a children's spa, cut our hair, and cleanse our skin before we start styling. That's why we're still in our pajamas."
Randy was all smiles as he explained.
For someone that was mature beyond his years, he was filled with anticipation and curiosity over the day's event.
"That's right! I still need to get my hair done." Venus tousled her long and curly hair while imagining how she would look after the makeover was done. "Today, I want to be the prettiest looking princess!"
"Hehe, you have always been the most beautiful!" Carla hugged her. "Alright now, off you go."
"Don't bother mommy today, " Zayn reminded. "Go and play by yourselves, alright?"
"Alright." The children went off happily as the maids led them to see the stylist.
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