Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 191

I watched them march in, making no move to retreat upstairs. Instead, I settled comfortably into the

couch, not bothering to offer them a seat. Respect was earned, not given. In my presence, in my heart,

they had lost that privilege.

I sat there, cool as a cucumber, observing their hurried entrance, their faces contorted in wrath.

They were efficient. They knew I was back, and their timing was impeccable. I had barely been home

for two minutes when they barged in.

Jaylan made an attempt to intervene but was easily brushed aside by Hazel, who stormed up to me,

her brows furrowed in anger, "Aaliyah, where have you hidden Evan? Hand him over." she demanded.

The last time I saw Hazel, she was being escorted out by her son. Now, she looked significantly worse

for wear. However haggard she appeared. She genuinely cared.

Despite her previous disdain for Evan, even going as far as calling him a bastard in front of Marissa, it

was clear that she was distraught over his disappearance.

Her accusatory tone, her brazen demand for Evan, was laughably absurd. Instead of getting angry, I

chuckled, feigning ignorance. "Evan? Who? Where is he? Where should I take him?”

"Stop playing dumb, Aaliyah," Hazel snapped, her face contorted in fury, "Do you want me to call the

cops? I can have you arrested right now, you bitch!"

"Go ahead," I replied, unfazed, "I'll be waiting right here."

Farley stepped in at this point, "You've gone too far, Aaliyah. You've caused nothing but chaos for this

family. And now, you're targeting a child. He's been missing for days. Why are you making trouble like

this?"

I shot Farley a warning glare. He was proving to be more of a nuisance than I had anticipated.

Back when I first met him, Farley was a meek, timid man, always under Hazel's control. He was as

timid as a mouse, scurrying away at the first sign of trouble. But times had changed. The Dawson

family’s improved lifestyle had given him newfound confidence.

These days, he strutted around in his fancy suits, playing the part of a gentleman. He even dared to flirt

with attractive women. His behavior was the epitome of a bastard.

According to the information Logan had provided me, Farley's extramarital affairs were not limited to

these women. He was also involved in various illicit activities, always looking for whores. Yet he was

daring to question me.

"Jaylan, can you translate what they’re saying?" I asked, ignoring their accusations and turning instead

to Jaylan, "The police haven’t even confirmed that I took the child. Where am I supposed to take him

back to?"

"You're lying," Hazel accused, "If you hadn't taken him, why would the police have brought you back

from Silverdale City? This is Goldenvale Town, not Silverdale City."

I met her gaze, my voice cold as ice, "What's the difference between Goldenvale Town and Silverdale

City?"

"Goldenvale Town isn't a playground for your antics." Hazel retorted, her eyes bulging in rage.

"Can you all just calm down? It's enough to make trouble outside, but you're still fighting back at home.

Have you all had enough of the good life?" Jaylan interjected, his voice filled with frustration. "Aaliyah

just got back. She wasn't even here when the child disappeared. Can we stop pointing fingers and

adding to the chaos?"

"But we're not pointing fingers. We didn't go to her in front of everyone because we saved her face.

And Evan has no grudge against anyone who could take it away?" Hazel argued, her hands flailing in Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

exasperation.

"Jaylan, we all think she did it. She's the only one who's jealous of Evan and that's why she kidnapped

him. She relies on the fact that the Wilburn family is rich and she dares to do anything. Why else would

no one suspect Jerome’s wife Camilla?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of her logic. Being wealthy was enough reason for them to turn

against me.

"Shut up!" Jaylan roared, silencing the room.