Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 270

He saw Gevena and Catherine present, giving them a nod in greeting. Then he turned to me, asking

softly, "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers, exuding an air of masculinity. As our eyes met, I could

feel a sudden flush on my face.

"I'm fine."

"You must be kidding! Fine? Do you have any idea what you did when you were brought here?"

Catherine looked at me, her face full of curiosity, her expression overly dramatic, "You were delirious,

feverish, screaming."

I stared at her in shock, "Are you talking about me?"

Catherine burst into laughter, "Mr. Richardson, listen to this. She's saying it wasn't her. Well, I wouldn't

know then who could have done such a thing. If it wasn't you, was it me? Just like this..." As she spoke, Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

she waved her hands around in the air, gesturing wildly at me, "Just like this. Don't tell me that you

didn't know."

I was speechless at Catherine's exaggerated performance, then turned to Gevena for confirmation, "Is

she talking about me? Did something like this really happen?"

Gevena, always serious, nodded, "Yes, indeed it did. You were probably just scared."

I felt speechless as I stole a glance at Ronan. He was watching me with a smirk on his face.

It made me embarrassed. I wished I didn't know anything about it.

It was Ronan who spoke up for me, "You were already unwell at that time. Plus, you were exposed to

the cold wind on that dark rainy night, soaked in water for a long time, and faced all this alone. You did

really well." As Ronan spoke, I could see a hint of concern in his eyes.

"You have no idea how worried Mr. Richardson was. You were in a terrible state when you were

brought to the hospital. He stayed by your side until you calmed down." Hannah added.

I looked at Ronan and a question popped into my mind. I blurted out, "Mr. Richardson, I have a

question. When Bald had a gun to my head, why did you try to provoke him? Weren't you afraid he

would shoot me?"

I had been pondering over this for a while.

Ronan furrowed his brows, his expression serious, "Of course I was afraid. But we had done our

homework before apprehending him. Bald is a tough guy, but he's actually a devoted son. He may

trample over others' pain with his filial piety, but his mother is indeed his Achilles' heel."

"So you got his information that quickly?" I was a bit incredulous.

Hannah explained, "Right before he grabbed you, we identified him from the security footage and ran a

background check."

I mentally gave a thumbs-up to Logan. I knew this had to be Logan's work. Logan only worked for him

and got him all the information.

I looked at Ronan, "You used his mother to reign in his devilish side, so you are confident at that time?"

"Because I told him that we had caught his mother, and he's terrified of his mother finding out about his

deeds. So he had to behave," Ronan looked at me tenderly, "To know your enemy is the key to victory."

"At that time, Bald was very agitated." I shuddered at the memory.

Ronan continued, "Bald was a poor child. His father died before he was born, killed in a gang fight. His

mother raised him, struggling all the way. But he had his father's violent genes, hot-tempered and

ruthless. He started getting into fights at a young age, causing his mother a lot of worry. He feared no

one in this world except his mother."

Genes again.

"Eventually, he repeated his father's mistakes, maimed someone in a gang fight, and ran away. From

then on, he was manipulated and fell into the underworld. Because of his distinctive appearance, it was

easy to find his information but hard to catch him. He's very cunning. Many cases are linked to him,

and he killed someone. He's a real desperado."

"Is that so?"

"If we hadn't used his mother to provoke him, he might have dared to shoot you. Plus, only by agitating

him and making him feel uneasy could we move his hand. Once his gun was off your head, his fate

was sealed."

Ronan was now smiling at me, seemingly teasing, "So, are you scared?"