Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 488

"Clara, you're asking for trouble!" Zora's roar blasted through the phone.

Clara, on the other hand, was calm, her voice soothing, "It's up to you whether you come back or not!

Mom insisted I call you once she knew you were back, so we're waiting! But if you don't show up

tonight, I'll have to tell Jerome, and you know I can't put him off! What do you think he'll do if I tell him

you’re already here?"

Without waiting for Zora to answer, Clara hung up.

I turned to Ronan, "Looks like she really is back! But where on earth could she be?" © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Ronan said, "Clara is dead set on getting her back to the house; it must be a trap!"

"Why the hell does she want Zora to go back home?" Hannah complained. "What's Clara really after?"

"I think it's Clara's vendetta," I said. "She's been on Zora's trail for years, trying to drag her back to face

the mess at home!"

I looked at Ronan. "I'm sure Zora will take the bait! We need to find Carl before Jerome's goons show

up. What if Jerome doesn't give a damn about Carl?"

Ronan nodded, "Don't worry, the Rhylee family has people on it. They're staked out already, ready to

bring the kid back at the first sign!"

I was about to suggest we also head to the Rhylee family's place when Ronan's phone rang again. He

held up a finger to silence me and took the call.

After a brief "Mhm," he listened intently for a long time before hanging up.

"Zora showed up near the Rhylee family's territory, alone, no sign of the kid," he reported.

My heart sank, "No sign of the kid? Where could she have stashed him?"

"Larkin's been watching Maddox; he went home and hasn't come out, so the kid isn't with him," Hannah

mused, puzzled. "Does Zora have another hideout?"

"Let's just wait! We'll follow her when she leaves," Ronan said resignedly.

He made another call, whispering instructions, "No matter what happens, let Zora go, but don't lose

her! And send me the footage from the scene if you can."

A quiet acknowledgment came through the phone.

I nearly gave Ronan a thumbs-up; he was so in tune with what I wanted to know.

Soon, the team staking out the Rhylee's sent over live video footage.

I was amazed at the clarity of the video, despite the awkward angle, but it was enough!

The camera, hidden at a corner of a rooftop, aimed inside a dilapidated house—an old structure that

clearly screamed poverty.

It was late at night, and an elderly woman with white hair was sitting on an old couch, weeping bitterly.

It seemed like she was berating Zora, who stood there with a look of disdain, utterly unashamed.

She faced Clara, who was standing by the old woman with arms crossed and a smug smile plastered

on her face.

Zora yelled at the old woman, "Shut it! Don’t wail like I’m dead—it’s annoying!"

The old woman, clearly agitated, slapped the arm of the couch, lamenting, "How can you speak to your

mother like that? Do I even exist to you?"

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Zora's words shook me to the core. No wonder she was so cold and ruthless—her twisted psyche

couldn't possibly harbor any warmth or compassion.

The mockery in Clara’s voice was almost palpable as the scene continued to unfold on the screen.