Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 138

Truth be told, I was dumbstruck by the spectacle before me. Doubts began to stir in my heart. Why was

every member of the Dawson doting Evan so much? Who on earth was his father?

Every member of the Dawson clan seemed to have a penchant for boys, but the infectious joy on

Jerome's face was beyond anything I've ever seen. It wasn't the kind of smile you'd expect from an

uncle, but he looked like a happy father.

Jerome was a married man, his wife, Camilla, an incredibly easy-going woman.

However, I'd hardly ever seen this sister-in-law of mine, let alone seen her in Jerome's company. Even

during holidays, she hardly visited the Dawson family home. And whenever she did, she'd help out in

the kitchen without a word of complaint.

Jerome and Camilla had a daughter, two years younger than my Monique. Being a girl, she hardly ever

made an appearance at the Dawson family gatherings. I reckon it's been about four or five years since

I last saw her.

But this overflowing display of fatherly affection from Jerome was new to me.

Evan sat atop Jerome's shoulders, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. His little hands tightly

gripped Jerome's head. It was clear they were quite familiar with each other.

I wanted to snap a few more photos, but by the time I regained my senses, it was too late. Jerome had

already walked out of my sight, carrying the child on his shoulders.

I quickly grabbed my bag and hurried down the stairs, leaving the café. However, Jerome and Evan

were nowhere in sight.

No matter, one photo was enough to make my point.

Soon, Probert came running up to me, a look of excitement on his face. He proudly announced that he

had scored A+ in all his end-term exams.

I quickly showered him with praises and asked him what he wanted to eat. With a hesitant look in his

eyes, he asked, "Mommy, can I have a hamburger?"

"Absolutely!" A pang of guilt washed over me. I had been neglecting my child. I was certain he'd never

tasted a hamburger in the Dawson household.

I took him to McDonald's. We ate there and packed some to take home. Even Helga, our nanny, asked,

"Ma'am, why did you bring back so much?"

"Helga, Probert scored A+ in all his subjects this term. We all need to celebrate his success! From now

on, whenever Probert scores A+, we'll celebrate. We won't cook and he gets to order whatever he

wants!" I said, winking at Helga.

Helga immediately understood and showered Probert with praises. She even said, "Probert, you're

amazing. I can't wait to bask in your success when you grow up! You're truly wonderful!"

A look of pride that I'd never seen before spread across Probert's cute face. He grinned confidently and

said, "Next time, I want steak!"

"Sure! We have to plan ahead for that!" Helga's face lit up with anticipation. Probert's grin widened.

I quickly invited Helga to join us for the meal. Our dinner has become a late-night snack!

Helga chuckled and said, "I'd rather have a proper meal. This is kid's food."

I pulled her back, "Helga, let's be kids for a day. Let's indulge ourselves this once. I brought back a

family meal. If we don't finish it, it won't taste good later."

Only then did Helga sit down to eat with us. Helga wasn't much of a talker, but she was observant. She

had quickly caught on to our family's situation and was being extra kind to me.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message on WhatsApp.

I grabbed a tissue and cleaned my hands before checking my phone. It was a message from Clara.

She had some news that I was unaware of. Jaylan had gone to the business meeting with Caleb and

Jesper. Marissa had gone with them.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling a bit choked up. How bold! They were blatantly flaunting their

relationship. They should brace themselves for my wrath.

I pondered for a moment before replying, "Pass this message on to your sister!"

Clara immediately sent me a mischievous emoji. Then she went silent.

I was intentionally testing Clara to see how she would react before entrusting her with a mission. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After tucking the kids into bed, I fell onto mine, exhausted. As soon as I picked up my phone, I saw a

video sent by Clara.

The angle wasn't very good. It was obviously a sneakily recorded video.

Clara was on the living room couch, her feet propped up, teasing Zora in a rather infuriating tone, "Hey,

sis, isn't it time to cook? I'm starving. How about some roast chicken with green beans today? Make

sure it's not too greasy. A salad would be nice too, with some dressing on the side!"