Zayn took the antidote from her and fed it to Carla.
Smirking, Solara revealed, "This is only part of the antidote. I'll hand you the rest when my company is back on track and the shares are transferred to Boris."
"There are a few parts to the antidote?" Zayn furrowed his brows.
"Ten bottles, " sneered Solara. "She has to take it ten times, my dear nephew."
Raw anger shot through Zayn as he raised his hand to hit her, but Thompson stopped him in time. "Mr. Zayn, calm down. Since Ms. Solara has agreed to hand over the antidote, she will not go back on her word. Don't worry. Mr. Giblo is here."
"I'll transfer the shares now. Bring the rest of the antidote here."
Jombo gestured for the bodyguards to release Solara.
"Really?" Solara seemed to fear Jombo.
Jombo scoffed, "Have I ever gone back on my word?"
"Okay. I'll make the call now." Solara clutched her phone and went aside to make the phone call.
"Do you know what you have to do?" Jombo turned to Zayn. "After she takes the antidote, send her away. Peace will be restored. Don't be stubborn!"
Zayn couldn't take his eyes off Carla. He knew he had no other choice but to give in for now.
"Alright." Zayn finally caved in. "I will deal with it myself. I don't need your help."
"Sure, " agreed Jombo readily. "Anyway, everything you do will be reported to me."
Outsiders might not understand their conversation, but Thompson knew exactly what it meant.
Zayn insisted on taking care of the matter himself because he was afraid Jombo would kill her in secret.
Jombo allowed Zayn to deal with the matter. He was made it clear that if Zayn pretended to send her away and hid her somewhere else, he'd still find out about it.
Clearly, they were threatening each other.
"Ms. Wigston has regained consciousness!" Benard suddenly exclaimed.
Turning back, Zayn saw Carla's fingers moving slowly. Her expression contorted as though she was about to wake up anytime.
"Don't be sloppy. Deal with her before the kids realize what happened!"
With that, Jombo left with the others, including Solara.
Benard left the room and stood guard at the door.
Zayn picked Carla up and asked anxiously, "Carla, how are you feeling?"
Slowly, Carla's eyelids fluttered open. Her vision was still blurry as she asked, "What happened?"
"Oh, it's nothing. You fell asleep."
Zayn held her so tight that she almost couldn't breathe.
I wish I can hold her in my arms forever.
That way, she won't leave me.
Carla began coughing in his tight embrace.
Immediately, Zayn released his grip on her and patted her back. "I'm sorry."
"Mm, " Carla grunted in acknowledgment and forced out a smile. "It's fine. I've gotten used to it."
"What's wrong?" Carla reached out to caress his cheek. "We're married. Why aren't you happy?"
"I am." Zayn kissed the ring on her hand. "Wifey!"
"Hubby!" Carla replied sweetly.
"I've put on the ring, " said Zayn as he raised his left hand. "We're legally married!"
"When did you put it on?" Carla demanded in surprise. "I should put it on for you, right?"
She removed his ring and put it on for him solemnly.
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