Gently, Zayn arranged Carla's hair as he wiped away the splatters of blood across her cheeks. The sight of her bloodstained bridal gown sent a stab of pain through his heart.
Carla was in a deep slumber. It seemed like she was free from the pain of the poison.
Zayn stroked her cheek with a tender touch and ran his thumb over her lips as he looked at her with a gaze full of longing.
I love her. I wish Carla nothing but happiness and peace.
He had endured countless obstacles in order to walk down the aisle with Carla.
Yet all of a sudden, his path was blocked off once again. It seemed as if his insistence would kill countless people, including her.
This forced him to halt his progress and search for another path.
Knock knock! Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Thompson's voice rang out, "Mr. Zayn, we're coming in."
As the door was pushed open, Thompson pushed Jombo, who was in his wheelchair, into the room. Dozens of the Giblo family's elite bodyguards trailed behind them, holding Solara captive.
"Have you made up your mind?" inquired Jombo icily.
Without saying anything, Zayn removed his blazer and covered Carla's body.
"Still can't bear to part with her?" Jombo stared at an unconscious Carla and declared, "If this drags on, she'll die before I even take action!"
At his words, Zayn stirred. He turned and glared at Solara menacingly. "Give me the antidote."
"Who do you think you are?" sneered Solara. "When your father was alive, he dared not talk to me this way."
Without warning, Zayn's fist landed on the coffee table. Bang! Glass shards flew everywhere.
Everyone was taken aback, including Solara.
Grabbing a knife from the table, Zayn pressed it on Solara's neck. "If you don't give me the antidote, you'll die!"
"Ha!" Solara arched a brow sarcastically, unfazed by his threat.
"Insolent fool!" Jombo spat angrily. "Put down the knife!"
Instead of putting down the knife as told, Zayn twisted the knife so its sharp edge cut into Solara's skin. Immediately, blood trickled down her neck.
"Do you seriously think I will hand out the antidote to you this way?" Solara seemed indifferent. "As a Giblo, I'm not afraid of death!"
"If you want the woman to die right here, go ahead and kill me."
Jombo made a gesture. At once, his bodyguard pointed a gun at Carla.
"How dare you?" Zayn hissed.
"You're already holding a knife at your aunt's throat." Jombo was adamant. "Put the knife down, and we can talk. Otherwise…"
He pointed at Carla using his cane. "I'll send her to hell now!"
The bodyguard cocked his gun.
Molten anger rolled through Zayn as he released his grip on the knife reluctantly.
Solara burst into excited giggles. "Father, I thought you've never loved me. Turns out, I was wrong."
"Cut the crap, " Jombo uttered and stretched his hand out. "Give me the antidote!"
"Why do you want to save this woman?" Solara was stunned. "Her mother was the one who killed Arizon and Belta!"
"I said, give me the antidote. Don't make me repeat myself." Jombo's voice grew stern.
"Why do you always defend him?" Solara was upset. "He hit Boris and attacked my company deliberately. Not only did you not punish him, you even asked me to give you the antidote to save the enemy's daughter?"
"Give me the antidote. I'll ask him to stop attacking your company and transfer five percent of Giblo Group's shares to Boris, " offered Jombo. "Will that do?"
Solara was briefly startled but soon regained her composure. Flashing a grin, she replied, "Father, you should've said that earlier. We're a family, after all."
With that, she took out a tiny bottle from her pocket and handed it to Jombo.
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