Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 151

Catherine seemed to have figured out the situation, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "So, did

he fall sick?"

I rose to my feet, slung my purse over my shoulder, and arched an eyebrow. "He’s been sick for a

while. Time to head to the hospital!"

Without another word, I headed towards the door, with Catherine trailing behind and reminding me,

"Don't forget to keep me posted. I'd love to share in the schadenfreude. I'm dying to see Dawson get

his comeuppance."

"Easy there. The show has just begun!" I cast her a scornful glance. "You'll get your fill."

With that, I hopped into my car and leisurely drove towards Wellbeing General Hospital. By the time I

got there, all the Dawsons, except for Jerome, were present. And it seemed they all looked terrible on

their faces.

I made a beeline for the hospital bed, where I found Jaylan's face as pale as a ghost. He looked utterly

defeated.

"What happened, darling? How did you end up in this state?" I asked, my face a mask of concern and

anxiety.

Jaylan didn't respond. I grabbed his hand, stroked his forehead, and checked his face. "Fever again?

I’ve told you that you couldn’t ignore it when you were unwell, especially when you had the frequent

fever lately. What did the doctor say?"

Before Jaylan could answer, Hazel, unable to contain herself any longer, lashed out at me, "You are

one to talk! How dare you! He’s your husband. How could you have neglected him like this? He's been

sick, and you just left him to fend for himself?"

"I've tried to get him to the hospital every time, but he always refused to go! Why are you so upset,

Hazel? What's really going on?" I looked at Hazel, demanding answers.

Behind her, my father-in-law Farley stood, pulling a long face.

"I'm going to ask the doctor!" I declared, rising to my feet. But Jaylan grabbed my hand. "It's okay. The

doctor just left. I'm just a bit over fatigued. A good night's sleep will do me good."

"But how can overfatigue cause recurring fevers?" I persisted, determined to get to the bottom of this.

I was sure the Dawson family knew something they weren't telling me. Otherwise, they wouldn't all look

so gloomy. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction and sneered inside. “They finally had it

coming.”

Jesper stepped forward. "Don't worry, Aaliyah. Jaylan has a mild case of pneumonia. He's been

overworking himself and neglected it a bit, causing some mild pulmonary fibrosis. It's no big deal, and a

few days in the hospital will help him recover. Don't fret."

"What? Pneumonia? Pulmonary fibrosis? Is there something to do with the pandemic recently? How

long will he have to stay here?" I asked, incredulous. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"He'll be discharged once the inflammation subsides. It takes time to heal," Jesper explained, his eyes

hidden behind his glasses, scanning Jaylan as he spoke.

Jaylan squeezed my hand, weakly telling me, "You should go home, darling. You need to take care of

the kids. Spending too much time in the hospital isn't good for you. It's crowded in here and risky."

"I should stay. You all can go back, I..."

"Go home now. The kids are important. I’ll go home soon after I've had my antibiotics!" Jaylan

interrupted me impatiently before I could finish my words.

It all clicked. They all knew the prognosis before I arrived. Jaylan tried hard to shield me from the news

and wanted me to leave soon.

Just then, the doctor walked in with a couple of assistants. As he was about to speak, Jesper rushed

over. "Doctor, I need to speak with you. I have a few more questions. Please come with me." With that,

he steered the doctor out of the room, as if fearing the doctor would disclose something.

None of this escaped my notice.

At that moment, Jerome strode in. His eyes landed on me standing by Jaylan's bed. He quickly

swallowed whatever he was about to say. His hawk-like eyes bore into me, a cryptic smile playing on

his lips. "Aaliyah, you're here too."