"I'm sure you know how stubborn your aunt can be. She will never hand over the antidote to you, " Jombo threatened again, "unless I tell her to!"
"Grandpa…"
"You should also be aware of what I'm capable of." Jombo didn't allow Zayn a chance to speak as he continued, "If I choose to protect her, there is no way you can lay a finger on her."
Zayn furrowed his brows as he knew Jombo was right.
"If I disallow Solara from handing over the antidote, Carla will die without me having to lift a finger, " Jombo threatened viscously. "I am only showing her mercy on the account of the three children by allowing her to live."
Zayn fell silent having heard Jombo's words.
Weighing his options, he realized he didn't seem to have a choice other than to leave Carla.
She was the daughter of his father's murderer and a descendant of their natural enemies. Even if he disregarded the bad blood between them, she would still be a burden to the Giblo family and the children would also be dragged into it…
More importantly, if he didn't break up with her, she would still die without the antidote.
"Think carefully about it." Jombo didn't give Zayn a choice. "Sending her away is for the best."
Just as he spoke, Brandy entered in a hurry. After bowing to Jombo, he whispered into Zayn's ear. "We have her but she refuses to hand over the antidote no matter what we say. Furthermore, we don't dare torture her."
At the same time, Diane barged in, sobbing desperately, "Mr. Zayn, come quickly, Carla…"
"What happened?" Zayn ran out immediately.
"She suddenly had a splitting headache and lost a lot of blood…"
Diane's voice trembled as she choked.
Zayn rushed to the holding room and saw Carla lying on the sofa. She was grimacing in pain while holding her head. Blood was flowing out of her nose, smearing all over her Whyte wedding gown.
Mrs. Borah was holding her hand, crying and trembling at the same time. "Miss…"
Hapilia was beside her using acupuncture to relieve the pain but it didn't seem to work at all.
Carla was still in excruciating pain.
"What's going on? The pain was never this serious before." Hapilia panicked as she was at a loss.
"Mr. Giblo." Naya looked at Zayn and reported, "Ms. Wigston is having a relapse. The painkillers don't seem to be working either. Shall we give her a sedative?"
"No, " Hapilia interrupted, "I've some medication here. She will sleep right after drinking it."
"Step aside." Zayn hurried over and held Carla's hand tightly. Looking at how she was suffering, he felt so heartbroken that it suffocated him. He then made a decision. "Give her the medication."
"Alright." Hapilia quickly fed it to Carla.
Very quickly, Carla began to calm down. Holding Zayn's hand, she fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, Zayn felt that there was something in her hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was his ring.
She had held it in her hands, wanting to put it on for him. Alas, she no longer had the opportunity to do so.
All she could do was hold on to it tightly. Even when she was beset by pain, she didn't let go. Her grip was so tight that it made a deep imprint in her palm.
Zayn took the ring from her and put it on his ring finger. After that, he placed the back of her hand on his cheeks and murmured, "Please leave us. I want to be alone with her for a while."
"Of course." Mrs. Borah ushered everyone else out.
Benard and his troop of bodyguards stood guard vigilantly by the door.
Mrs. Borah, Diane, and Hapilia were filled with concern as they paced around outside.
"Mrs. Borah, take the ladies to grab a bite. With us here, Ms. Wigston will be fine, " Benard reassured her. "Come back when you're done."
"I have no appetite." Mrs. Borah could only think about Carla. But when it occurred to her that Diane and Hapilia were guests, she remarked, "Diane, Hapilia, come with me."
After that, the three of them left.
Share
