Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 304

Hearing her words, I fell apart once again, tears gushing from my eyes like a broken dam, "So, you're

saying that he..."

"About 30 feet from where the shoe was found, there's a storm drain and it’s uncovered." A officer said

seriously. His words were a sledgehammer to my already shattered hopes.

Suddenly, it all made sense. When I saw him at that night, he was soaking wet and covered in filth,

even his eyelashes were beaded with droplets of water.

It was unbelievable, and no wonder his hands were as cold as ice.

"How could this happen? He's just a child, so young. His life had barely begun. How could this be?" I

sobbed uncontrollably, muttering to myself.

As a mother, I couldn't face this reality. He was only missing, and why was he taken to the outskirts of

the city? Why was he dead?

That word "dead" at this moment was too painful for me to bear.

Hannah tried to comfort me.

Suddenly, a question occurred to me, and I choked out to the officers, "Why did you go there all of a

sudden and find this shoe? What led you there? Was there a clue? Can you tell me? I want to know." I

looked at them almost pleadingly, waiting for their answers.

The female officer who had been communicating with me glanced at her partner, seemingly asking for

his approval. After a moment of thought, he nodded, and she spoke, "A local from the village on the

outskirts of the city reported it. He said he saw a man in a raincoat with a child on the night of the 20th. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

It was pouring, and the child wasn't wearing anything to keep himself dry, just clinging tightly to the

man's neck, drenched like a drowned rat.

According to the local, he initially cursed the man for being irresponsible, wrapping himself up while

letting the child get soaked in the rain. But then he thought it was odd for someone to be out with a

child so late in this weather, so he reported it."

The words tore at my heart, and what had happened to Evan?

The image of Evan crouched in the drain, looking at me, kept flashing in my mind.

"Did he see what the man looked like?" I asked through gritted teeth.

The female officer shook her head, "According to him, the man was fully covered in a raincoat. Plus, it

was late and dark, and the rain was heavy. He didn't get a clear look at the man's face. He did say that

the man was carrying a little boy, who obediently rested on his shoulder, clinging tightly to his neck.

And he was drenched in the rain."

An intense pain twisted in my chest. I pounded the table in front of me, crying out, "How could this

happen? What kind of sick person would do this?"

"Ms. Wilburn, don't be too upset. We're still speculating. We haven't confirmed that Evan was harmed.

We have people searching the drains in that area. Let's hope for a turn of events." The officer tried to

comfort me, clearly still holding out hope.

I cleaned my face and fell silent. But my mind was racing. The 20th?

Wasn't that the night we had the celebratory dinner at Medsafe Liyah Inc., the night Clara said Evan

disappeared? Everything seemed to line up. But who could have taken Evan?

I looked up at the officers, testing the waters, "If Evan was clinging tightly to the man's neck, it's clear

that he knew him."

"Ms. Wilburn, rest assured. We're investigating," the female officer assured me. She then added with

an apologetic smile, "Let's call it a day. I'll keep you updated if there's any good news."

I nodded, understanding that regardless of how many questions I asked, they wouldn't say any more.

As we all rose to leave, the female officer courteously escorted us out. Just as we were about to step

out, two excited young detectives rushed in from outside. They called out to everyone in the station,

"We've got a lead. We finally have a lead."