Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 278

I found it amusing thinking about Zora's argument with Clara. She had claimed this house as her own. I

was here today to see whose home it was.

Arriving there, I asked Hannah to knock on the door while I stood in a spot where the peephole couldn't

reach.

Zora's expression was priceless when she opened the door and saw me. She was utterly

flabbergasted, blurting out, "How could it be you?"

I smiled, lifting my foot to step in, but she immediately blocked my way. She said in an unpleasant tone,

"You're not welcome here."

I nearly laughed out loud, suppressing my amusement as I looked at her, "Living in my house and

daring to say I'm not welcome? Who gave you such courage?"

Just as Zora was about to retort, Hannah abruptly pulled her aside, clearing a path for me to enter. I

walked in without hesitation.

The house itself was genuinely impressive, spacious, well-lit, and tastefully decorated.

I sighed inwardly. What a waste.

I made my way to the living room and took the prime seat on the couch. Zora, seeing me casually stroll

in, dashed in after me, her face filled with unease and annoyance, "Aaliyah, I'm no longer your

housekeeper. What are you doing here?"

I sat comfortably, smiling, "So, you realize you're no longer my housekeeper, yet you still live in my

house. Don't you think that's a bit much? Don't you know why I'm here?"

"Aaliyah, you've gone too far. This house is mine, fair and square. Jaylan promised it to me, and he

said this house was meant for me." She crossed her arms, speaking with conviction.

"On what grounds?" I leaned back on the couch, my tone calm.

She was about to speak but abruptly stopped herself.

"On what grounds? Because you seduced Jaylan while you were the housekeeper? Because you

drugged me? Because you spread malicious rumors to my children about me, saying that my corpse

would eat them? Or because you pierced my head?" I grilled her relentlessly, yet my demeanor

remained light.

As I listed her misdeeds one by one, her face grew paler but she still held her defiant stance.

"What are you implying? We don't have any relationship now. The past is in the past. Stop digging up

old skeletons. If you're here just to throw accusations, there's no need to come to my house and strut

around."

I didn't waste time with her, cutting straight to the chase, "Since I'm here, I obviously have something to

discuss. Tell me, where is Evan?"

Upon hearing Evan's name, she immediately lost her cool, "What Evan? How should I know? Stop

dragging me into your mess. I have nothing to do with your problems."

"Are you sure about that?" I looked at her impassively, "Think carefully before you answer."

She seemed calm, looking at me with a sadistic glee, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "What's there to

think about? It seems like you're the one who needs to think. The whole town isn't cursing me, and the

police aren't looking for me. You're here to question me? How amusing! And what business is it of

yours? Are you playing the saint now?"

She wore an irritating grin, laughing mockingly, "Looks like you've got a thing for taking in children. Are

you planning on adopting every illegitimate child out there?"

After finishing her sentence, she laughed loudly.

Hannah, who had probably been holding back her frustration, suddenly stepped forward and with a

swift slap, silenced Zora's laughter. The room fell quiet.

Zora looked completely bewildered as if she couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Her mouth

hung open, her eyes wide in shock as she stared at Hannah.

It took her a moment to regain her composure, "You dare hit me? Who the hell do you think you are?

You dare hit me?" She quickly became hysterical, screaming, "Aaliyah, you..."

Another sharp slap from Hannah cut her off mid-sentence.

Hannah coolly brushed her hand, "If you keep shouting, I don't mind giving you a few more."

Zora was seething, her eyes bloodshot, her jaw clenched, but she didn't dare speak again.

I then asked again, "Tell me, where's Evan?"

She stared at me with a look of pure hatred as if she wanted to tear me apart.

I stared back at her, "How do you know Evan is Jaylan's?"

"He's Jaylan's and Marissa's child. Don't play dumb with me." Zora's firm reply confirmed my

suspicions. I was getting closer to the truth.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.