"There's a clinic in the building at the back, " Zayn cut her off with a cold glare. "You could have taken her there."
"I'm sorry, sir." Naya bowed her head, not daring to say anything else.
"What's the issue here?" Jombo's voice piped up from behind. "You're going to wake our guest up. If you have something to say, say it in the study room."
Zayn was feeling angrier by the second, but he still followed Jombo to the study room.
Naya, on the other hand, was feeling nervous, but Benard gestured to her that she didn't need to worry.
Once they reached the study room, Zayn asked angrily, "I thought we agreed to leave her in the building in the back! I don't mind that you brought her here to help, but she doesn't have to live here. Not in that room."
"You agreed that you would spend time with her, so why did you leave early?" Jombo asked instead.
"That's completely unrelated!" Zayn said in anger.
"Since you can do whatever you want, I can too, " Jombo said matter-of-factly. "That room has the best conditions for Selena to get better."
"This is my house, " Zayn blurted out.
"As if you would have this house without me, " Jombo said with a raised eyebrow. His pride was coming to the forefront again.
"You're just being unreasonable now." Zayn was enraged, but he was trying his best to control it. "I keep trying to close an eye, but you keep pushing things."
"Selena saved Venus's life. The Giblo family owes her that, " Jombo said. "It doesn't seem right for you to complain so much now that she's heavily injured and is recovering at our house."
"It's not like I'm asking her to leave. I just don't think she should use that room."
"She's in it already. What are you going to do about it?" Jombo started in an almost cheeky manner.
"You-" Zayn couldn't finish his sentence in his anger.
"Please calm down, Mr. Zayn, " Thompson piped up hurriedly, trying to mediate things. "Mr. Giblo wasn't planning to put her in that room at first, but Ms. Selena started having breathing difficulties once she reached and needed oxygen at once. The building at the back wasn't ready yet, so we decided to place her in the guest room for the time being."
"There's no need to explain anything to him, " Mr. Giblo said in anger. "It's just a room, for God's sake! Rooms are made for staying in! Are you going to withhold even that from me?"
"Please calm down, Mr. Giblo-"
"Zayn, this is the last time I'm telling you this, " Jombo thundered. "I gave you everything you own now. Without me, you're worth nothing. If you dare act so recklessly again, I'm going to give Boris all the shares to the Giblo Group. If that happens, Daemon will be able to get rid of you as easily as an ant."
"Are you threatening me right now?" Zayn said with a darkening expression. His gaze became cold. "Do you really think I need you to make a living?"
"You can try." Jombo jabbed a finger at him fiercely.
"Alright then-"
"Please calm down, Mr. Giblo." Benard quickly stopped Zayn from saying something he would regret.
At the same time, Thompson also advised, "Mr. Jombo, please calm down. He's still young."
"Young? He's already thirty!" Jombo roared. "The only younglings here are those three great- grandchildren of mine. He's stuck in the past for some selfish reason and never thinks about his own kids' futures!"
"Who's the selfish one here? If you weren't selfish from the start, would our family turn out like this?"
"How dare you!"
"Please keep your voices down, or the kids will wake up, " Thompson hurriedly said. He then indicated for Benard to pull Zayn out of the room.
However, Benard couldn't calm Zayn down enough to do that.
Without a choice, Thompson ended up pushing Jombo's wheelchair out. "You're too old to be quarreling with youngsters, Mr. Giblo. If the kids saw you, they'd start talking again."
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