Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 307

I quickly motioned to stop the video, pointing at a particular spot on the screen, "Zoom in. Right here."

The young officer complied immediately, patiently enlarging the image as per my instruction.

I stared at the image, then turned to the other officers in the room, "Can you see what shoes he's

wearing?"

The remaining officers in the room turned their attention to the image, scrutinizing it carefully. The

conference room was silent, and every eye was glued to the screen.

"It looks like canvas shoes." Hannah, standing behind me, mused aloud.

Another officer agreed, "It certainly looks like a pair of canvas shoes."

I slammed my hand on the table, "Exactly! Those are the shoes. Jerome's particularly fond of these

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The room buzzed with renewed energy, everyone straining to confirm the suspect's shoes.

The image was zoomed to its maximum. One officer, squinting from the back of the room, called out,

"Yes, those are the shoes."

"And I noticed that, despite the oversized raincoat, the way he walks, it's eerily similar to Jerome's," I

added.

The leader seemed pleased, extending a hand to me, "Thank you, Ms. Wilburn. You've saved us a lot

of time. Now we know who to focus our investigation on."

Eagerly, I asked, "Now that we have this evidence, shouldn't we arrest him?"

"We need solid evidence. If we can prove he left the celebration early and found Evan. We can arrest

him. " the officer replied, his voice revealing a hint of compassion.

I understood what he meant. He was suggesting that we need to find Evan's dead body.

It seemed no one wanted to face that harsh reality.

As I was about to leave, he handed me a business card. His name was Dalton, the leader of the

criminal police group.

He courteously walked me to the door, and I turned to him, "If you find Evan..."

I paused, then forced out the words, "Could you let me know? I'd like to see him one more time."

Dalton nodded, "Okay. Wait for my news. We'll do our best to find him."

I thanked him and left with Hannah.

Once in the car, I told Hannah, "Let's go home."

I leaned back in my seat, feeling defeated. Even if they found him, it wouldn't bring back the sweet,

smiling baby boy.

Hannah tried to comfort me, and I murmured, "Zora and Clara are responsible for Evan's death. I won't

let them get away with it."

"Yes, if Zora hadn't taken Evan... If Clara hadn't forged the DNA report... If Zora hadn't used the

report... But there are no 'ifs' in this world... Don't even think about it. Just think of it as him coming to

earth to experience a short life. It was his fate," Hannah replied.

Her words left me speechless, and I could only whisper, "Such a shame..."

I was struggling to accept the fact that Evan was gone.

"Aaliyah, do you think that man is Jerome?" Hannah asked while she was driving the car and glancing

at me, "That would mean Zora or Clara must be involved with Jerome."

"At the very least, it confirms that Zora is connected to Jerome. Otherwise, the report wouldn't have

ended up in Jerome's hands. I suspect Zora gave the fake report to Jerome, which led to his

murderous intent," I speculated.

"That jerk Jerome is so cruel. Now, he's killed his son. I’d love to see his face when he finds out!"

Hannah spat angrily.

"Punishing him shouldn't involve taking a child's life. It's too heavy a price," I sighed, "There's no more

sweet and angelic Evan in the world."