Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 207

The property manager heard my words and secretly glanced at the officer in charge. Seeing that his

attention was elsewhere, he quickly averted his gaze. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

His smile towards me was clearly perfunctory. "Ma'am, we have our own set of criteria. Tonight's

incident was unforeseen, something nobody would want to happen. We've been running this

community for a long time and nothing of this sort has happened before. The factors contributing to this

incident are multifaceted, and everyone should introspect. Of course... there may have been lapses on

our part."

I responded with an indifferent smile. "So, you're implying that we brought this upon ourselves. All the

strangers that entered from noon until now are our fault, and have nothing to do with property

management. Is that correct?"

I intentionally used a rhetorical tone, but the manager didn’t bother to explain and pretended to be very

busy, following the officer in charge away.

Jaylan wanted to argue, but I held him back, shaking my head. In my mind, I vowed to make the

manager pay one day for his response today.

By the time everyone finished their work, it was late at night. Despite the police's instructions to keep

the news under wraps, pictures and details of the attack on my house had been posted online.

Public opinion was a flurry of comments, ranging from praise, to curses, to schadenfreude. Some even

said that a broken window was getting off lightly for me compared to a lost life.

That night, Jaylan didn't leave, and I could clearly feel his good mood. He took care of me diligently, not

moving an inch, sticking to me like a buzzing fly.

I was genuinely tired and coupled with the shock, I had a series of nightmares. By dawn, I succumbed

to a fever.

The sudden high fever made me somewhat delirious. In my daze, I seemed to see a police car with

sirens blaring, taking me away. I struggled and shouted that I hadn't taken the child, that it wasn't me,

and they should let me go and save the child. But no one listened to my pleas. I was restrained. I

shouted in despair, as I watched someone pour drugs into a bowl and try to force me to take it.

The room was filled with laughing faces, their laughter extremely eerie.

I screamed in fear and suddenly opened my eyes.

"Ms. Wilburn, wake up!" A gentle voice called in my ear.

"Allie!"

I struggled to focus my gaze, calming my racing heart. The room was brightly lit, and the strong smell

of disinfectant filled my nose, which was extremely off-putting to me.

I squinted at the people around me: there was Catherine, Gevena, and Janice.

"How did I get here?" My voice was dry and hoarse.

"You had a high fever in the middle of the night and Mr. Dawson brought you straight to the hospital,"

Hannah, who was next to me, explained. "Would you like some water?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Hannah quickly brought a cup of water.

I was really thirsty, and after gulping it down, the cool liquid soothed my parched throat, providing

much-needed relief.

I glanced around the room and asked softly, "Where's Jaylan?"

Hannah looked at me and answered, "He just left for the office. Today is the last day of the overseas

negotiations, the signing ceremony."

I was surprised and turned to Gevena, "Is he really signing the contract?"

Gevena nodded. "Everything was ready this morning! Your illness has conveniently provided him with

an opportunity to make a public statement, which he has utilized perfectly!"

Confused, I looked at Gevena, doubting her words.

Hannah chuckled, "Ms. Wilburn, in the few hours you were ill, Mr. Dawson has been very busy. He

called an ambulance to bring you to the hospital and held an impromptu press conference here,

eloquently criticizing those spreading false rumors online. He declared that he wouldn't tolerate slander

and would use the law to protect the dignity of both of you."

"The spectacle he created was quite something!" Catherine snorted. "I've realized that Jaylan is a

natural showman. If we didn't know better, we'd think he really cared about you!"

After hearing their words, I scoffed, "What a bloody actor!"

Then, I turned to Hannah, anxiously asking, "Any news about the child?"