Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 187

"Sweetheart, no matter how old you are, or how many kids you have, you're always our princess." My

mom tenderly stroked my forehead. "My daughter is so beautiful and kind, so quiet and wise. Jaylan

must have been a fool. Next time, marry a man who truly cherishes you, and who loves you deeply.

You deserve that."

Strangely enough, as she spoke, Ronan's face appeared in my mind, along with his impressive stature

and his mature, dignified demeanor. But I still held back, saying to my mom, "Mom! I'm a mother of

three now, and why would I marry another man? I don't have the courage for that anymore. I'll raise

them on my own, and after I've made a name for myself, I'll spend the rest of my life with you and Dad."

My mom quickly retorted, "As long as you're thinking of us, that's all that matters. Don't be so

pessimistic. You're still young. You can't waste time all on this kind of life. We can take care of the kids

together. But you should also have a life of your own. Youth is precious, and you just haven't met the

right person yet, but you will."

I laughed lightly, "OK, Mom!"

"My only wish is for you to find the right man, and maybe have a couple more kids." My mom said.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Mom, you really don't know how hard it is. More kids? I regret having so

many already, like I'm a baby-making machine."

"We are rich, and we need heirs." My mom said boldly. "The one who loves you would want to have his

children too. You shouldn't be too selfish."

"Someone who loves me? Let's cross that bridge when we get there." I deliberately dodged the

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"That's fine, and this time, he really needs to sweep you off your feet." My mom said that because she

was indulging me.

Indeed, I knew, my parents were wise, and they could see everything. But at the moment, I didn't dare

to face it. The pain of this heartbreak, only I knew how destructive it was. Even though I kept saying

that I didn't care anymore, what I didn't care about was Jaylan's infidelity, but I couldn't ignore the

humiliation he brought me.

This would be a scar I'd carry with me for life.

After all, I had three children. Even if I could raise them well, they would always be Jaylan's kids, a fact

that could never be erased.

When I left my parents' room, it was already late at night. Lying in my own bed, I tossed and turned,

thankful that I had the support of my wise parents, otherwise I wouldn't have the courage I had now.

All I could think about was, when I returned to Goldenvale Town, how could I triumphantly face those

who wronged me?

The next day. As expected, I received a call from the police of Goldenvale Town, requesting a meeting.

Despite telling them I was currently in Silverdale City, they were uncompromising and gave me a strict

deadline. They gave me only six hours to get there. It seemed I had no choice but to return.

Checking the time, I realized I had to leave immediately to make it.

I had to admit this was yet another humiliation from the Dawson family, and it was extremely insulting.

I raised an eyebrow and thought, "I really should take full advantage of this opportunity they've created

for me."

I briefed the kids and Helga, telling them I had to return to Goldenvale Town to handle some important

matters, and that I'd be back once everything was settled.

Monique and Probert both promised they'd listen to their grandparents and were more than happy to

stay behind.

This reassured me and filled my heart with joy. But I didn't rush to tell them they'd be attending school

here from now on, fearing it might complicate things.

Galen quickly arranged for a car to take me to the airport, and I hurriedly left.

On the way, I called Ronan to let him know I was heading to the airport.

He didn't seem to care much, only giving me a nonchalant sound over the phone, his tone indifferent.

I didn't feel like saying much else, and simply said, "Well, I'm hanging up."

He still responded with "OK"

After hanging up, I felt a strange sense of loss, and muttered to myself, "What a boring guy! he was

always like this, moody."

This cooled my heated emotions instantly.

At the airport, after getting my boarding pass, I headed straight for the gate. Going into this alone was

somehow freeing, and filled me with determination.

Once on the plane, I found my seat, about to settle down, but was suddenly struck frozen in place.