Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 203

The reason Jaylan hid the child, as Zora suggested, I believe, was to have an ideal scapegoat in Zora

once the truth came out.

I've never really believed that Jaylan genuinely cared for Zora.

After all, Zora was our nanny. Even if she was now dismissed, she couldn't get rid of that label. And I

suspect that Jaylan's complete trust in Zora stemmed from her unwavering loyalty. Zora was his perfect

puppet.

But in the face of imminent danger, Jaylan wouldn’t hesitate for a second to use Zora to his advantage,

easily washing his hands clean of everything.

He sure knew how to play his cards, but plans are always outrun by changes. Marissa, that fool, not

only couldn't keep cool and called the police but also played the victim publicly.

This put Jaylan on the back foot again. The child became a hot potato he couldn’t get rid of. No wonder

he's been indecisive. I guess he's always ready to go all in.

If things couldn't be turned around, he could easily escape without a second thought. After all, the

wealth he's transferred was enough for him to squander for generations! I get it, I get it all!

Clara looked at me, tentatively asking, "Mrs. Dawson, you're not really thinking of saving that child, are

you?"

"The child is innocent, just like you were when you were young. Do you think you were at fault? It was

your father who made the mistake, but Zora took out her anger on you, ruining your life. Is that fair?" I

countered her question.

My counter-question worked. Clara was clearly stunned but didn’t respond.

"You were an innocent bystander who suffered from the calamity. What about Evan? He's still so small.

He doesn't know anything. His mother has no shame, but is that his fault?"

She smiled silently.

"Clara, tell me where he is," I asked her earnestly. "I don't believe your sister would treat him well! You

know Zora is crazy. We should save Evan." I tried to lower my voice, negotiating with Clara, so she

wouldn’t think I was arrogant. I was afraid it would trigger her deep-seated darkness. And I knew very

well that I couldn't get involved directly. If I were to inform the police, it would complicate things too

much.

Clara's eyes darkened as she asked me indifferently, "Mrs. Dawson, don't you really hate these

people? They took your things, slept with your husband, and stole your company. Haven't you ever

thought of getting back at them?"

Clara's words stabbed at my heart.

As we locked eyes, Clara added, "Don't you really care that Jaylan ignores your existence? Don't you

really want to take back what belongs to you?"

My eyes narrowed, and my heart skipped a beat. Clara's words were too clear. So clear that I could

sense the reason for her coming to talk to me about the child.

What was her purpose? To make me expose Zora? Or to test my limits? But why would she want to

test my limits?

I collected myself and took over her topic, "I do. Medsafe Liyah Inc. is my empire. Of course, I won't Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

just stand by and watch someone take it." I said it with certainty. However, the next second, I lowered

my tone, "But honestly, it's not my everything. Right now, I don't want my children to get hurt. I just want

to minimize the damage!"

Clara looked at me, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"In other words, between Medsafe Liyah Inc. and my children, the latter is more important to me. As for

Medsafe Liyah Inc.… As long as I want to, I can get everything back!" I said calmly, but my heart was in

turmoil.

Clara suddenly stood up, saying indifferently, "I should go, "

"Clara!" I called out. After a moment of thought, I said word by word, "You're not like Zora!"

She turned around, looking at me seriously, "Mrs. Dawson, you have a good heart, but that doesn't

always lead to good outcomes!" With that, she turned around without hesitation and walked away,

leaving without looking back, as if she had found some answer and was relieved.

I slowly stood up pondering over the words she had just left behind. What on earth did she mean?