Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 279

"How can you prove he's Jaylan's child, Zora? Am I supposed to believe you just because you say so?

You're quite adept at stirring up trouble, aren't you?" I purposely baited her.

Zora flashed a wicked grin at me, "He's Jaylan's. So, Aaliyah, why are you proud? Do you think you've

secured your position as Jaylan's wife? Sadly, he’s not given you a chance. You're nothing more than a

laughingstock, a discarded wife.”

“Oh really? How would Jaylan react if he heard you talking like this about me? Didn’t he warn you not

to provoke me?" I laughed and asked, catching her off guard.

She was pretty much surprised to see me with that look. She was probably used to women losing their

cool when confronted with such accusations. But my calm demeanor seemed to take her by surprise.

"You know Marissa too, don't you?" I teased, “But you two are really a match. One is a professional

slut, the other a professional homewrecker.”

Zora took a step towards me, but a single raised eyebrow from Hannah sent her retreating.

“Aren’t you afraid Jaylan will skin you alive for such accusations?” I laughed lightheartedly, “There are Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

plenty of women claiming to have Jaylan’s child, and all of them are stunning. You, on the other hand,

are a nanny. Quite an achievement, isn't it?”

“Aaliyah, you should reflect on your own actions.” She was afraid of being seen as a nanny.

“Just you wait.” She stormed into the room like a whirlwind, quickly returning with a piece of paper in

her hand. She waved it in front of my face, “Here’s the proof.”

“Don’t bring me some phony evidence.” I didn’t even glance at it, maintaining a haughty expression as I

stared at her, as though she were a fool.

She stood there with the piece of paper in her hand, clearly taken aback.

I decided to add fuel to the fire, “Do you even know which one is real and which one is fake?”

This caught her completely off guard. She mumbled, “How do you know?”

“Now, tell me, where is Evan?” This time, my tone was icy, “Zora, what goes around comes around. Do

you think you can erase everything you’ve done? Playing dirty? You really have no shame. Hannah,

call the police.”

Hannah understood immediately and reached for her phone. But before she could dial, Zora swung her

hand down in an attempt to knock the phone out of Hannah's hand.

However, instead of knocking the phone away, she ended up flying across the room and crashing into a

coffee table, grunting in pain.

Perhaps it was the force of her fall, but she lay there for a while, unable to get up.

I remained seated on the sofa, looking down at the pitiful Zora, “Do you really think I don’t know how

you seduced Jaylan, how you poisoned me, how you stabbed me with needles, and what you hid in

your perfume bottle?”

Zora, who was struggling to get up, froze when she heard my words. She lay on the floor, propped up

on her arms, her eyes wide with terror.

“All these pieces of evidence have been gathered and are ready to be handed over. All the proof of

your crimes against me, the medical reports, the drug residues, the video footage, even that perfume

bottle that doesn't contain perfume.” I spoke slowly, making sure she heard every detail, “And let’s not

forget about that clever little girl at your former employer’s place. What happened to her?”

I stared at Zora who was on the verge of a breakdown, each word carefully pronounced, “Tell me, how

many years do you think you’ll get if all this is given to the police?”

“You’re talking nonsense.” Zora’s voice was shaking, but she was still defiant.

I pulled out my phone and handed it to Hannah, “Show her.”