Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 127

I nodded and chuckled, "That seems to be the case. He's been having intermittent fevers recently, and All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

he's been especially irritable, even towards his own mother!"

"Whoa!" Catherine nearly bolted upright from her chaise lounge, "Damn, that's satisfying!"

Gevena and Janice exchanged puzzled glances, pressing for more details, "What's going on? You're

talking in riddles. Spill the beans!"

Catherine could hardly contain her glee as she whispered the details to them, their faces instantly

turning pale with shock, "Are you serious? That's... that's too..."

"Too what? He brought this upon himself! He always messed around with all kinds of women, and it’s

normal that he got some dirty illness. This kind of way is way better than being caught off guard,

wouldn't you agree?"

"Damn, it's terrifying when you think about it!" Janice shivered as she asked me incredulously, "Is this

for real?"

I nodded emphatically, "It's real! Gevena is right, if I were to be passive, I'd be a sitting duck!"

"Oh my god! Then..." Catherine muttered gleefully.

I shushed her, whispering, "We have to let Marissa take the fall for this. She deserves it, otherwise

Dawslug might get suspicious!"

"We'll have to start with Jaylan's mother then, that old lady is sure to put up a fight." Gevena

suggested.

Janice, gently caressing her belly, weighed in with a sly tone, "I'd say, we need to start with Dawslug."

"You are saying, let Dawslug find out first?" Catherine inquired hastily, "Isn't that too straightforward?

Such a juicy plot needs a bit of drama before the grand finale."

"I think, letting Zora find out first would be more interesting. Who knows, she might even stir the pot

more, making things even more entertaining!" Catherine said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

We all shared our opinions. After a moment of consideration, I said, "I think I'll involve Clara. She's a

troublemaker, and this would be a good test for her!"

"Absolutely!" Catherine agreed with a devious grin, "Allie, I think I've found the perfect target for

Marissa's 'rich man with a tough wife' scenario!"

I perked up instantly, pressing her for details about this man.

Catherine smirked, "This man's wife is notorious in Goldenvale Town!"

Janice shot a glance at Catherine and asked, "You're not talking about Hertha, are you?"

Catherine burst into laughter, pointing at Janice as she said, "See, I told you she's famous! Yes, Hertha

is exactly who I'm talking about!"

"We shouldn't mess with Hertha lightly, she's a real character," Gevena warned.

"But that's exactly what we need! Trust me, we are not going to get our hands dirty, just fan the flames.

Once the fire starts, I guarantee the whole of Goldenvale Town will be watching the drama unfold!"

Catherine said excitedly, "It's about time Marissa learned a lesson!"

Gevena chimed in, "Hertha's husband, Neal, is no saint. Rumor has it, he has some kinky habits... like

BDSM."

Janice quickly countered, "But the old man is willing to spend money!"

Upon hearing this, I was intrigued and pressed Gevena for more details about Neal.

Gevena revealed that Neal was once lived off women, handsome and charming. He wasn't initially

attracted to Hertha, but her influential background led him to bite the bullet and marry her. After years

of playing the dutiful husband, he finally earned his father-in-law's trust and lived a decent life.

However, he developed some unusual habits to vent his frustration over time, becoming increasingly

audacious. His father-in-law is now old and powerless to control him.

It's often said, forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. Neal loved the thrill of affairs and even became

addicted to it. He was always on the lookout for new conquests, spending lavishly on his extramarital

escapades.

As a result, Hertha became the “tough wife”, making great efforts to thwart Neal's affairs. But she could

never catch up with Neal's endless women. Therefore, the stories of Hertha's battles were endless and

ever-changing, becoming more intense as time went on.

I quickly told Catherine, "That's our guy! Make sure Marissa knows him soon."