Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 296

As soon as Jaylan found a topic that piqued my interest, he immediately became animated. "It's

officially confirmed," he said enthusiastically, "that the property manager was bribed. He let Marissa

and those reporters into the community to stir things up. He admitted it himself."

"I knew it," I scoffed, "He's a rotten apple. Those people found our house so accurately. It had to have

been an inside job. How else could so many strangers have gotten in?"

"You've got such a sharp mind, honey!" Jaylan said, grinning and tightening his arm around me.

I struggled a bit, "Watch it, this is a hospital, not our living room!"

Laughing mischievously, he said, "Well, let’s save the cuddling for when we're back home!"

I almost gagged. Did he really think he was off the hook? I rolled my eyes, wishing I could spit at him.

Seeing my cold expression, he quickly changed the subject. "Marissa was just playing the victim,

manipulating public opinion. She wanted people to think that you were the villain who took her child

away. Oh... and the person who smashed our window? That was also related to the property manager.

The authorities have released a statement saying the case is under investigation."

"No wonder," I muttered in agreement, feeling a surge of satisfaction. I had known all along that the Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

manager couldn't be innocent. His arrest signaled that things were turning around.

"And now the internet trolls have flipped again, starting to blame Marissa!"

"Do you feel bad for her?" I shot back.

"Heavens no, she got what she deserved! She was nothing but trouble!" Jaylan spat out bitterly.

Internally, I scoffed at him. Men's hearts, as fickle as the changing winds.

"Don't you dare mention her in front of me again!" I declared, ice in my voice.

"Alright! Won't happen again!" Jaylan responded quickly.

Back in the hospital room, I took a shower. Once I had a moment of quiet, shadows began to creep into

my mind, casting an uncomfortable pallor over my entire being. I could not seem to shake the memory

of that dirty sewer where I was held captive and the feeling of filth crawling over my skin.

A scrape on my arm throbbed with pain. It was red and swollen, a ghastly sight.

I couldn't help but wonder, if Marissa’s death was a murder, then who would've orchestrated my

abduction?

Probably hearing that the shower had stopped, Jaylan called out from outside.

Pulling my thoughts back, I got dressed, opened the door, and stepped out.

Once out of the bathroom, Jaylan was fussing over me, drying my hair and buzzing around me like.

Giving in, I quickly lay down and told him, "You should head home! Don't stay here. It'll disturb your rest

and mine!"

He looked at me with deep concern, saying, "But I'm worried about you!"

"I'm in a hospital, what's there to worry about? If I'm discharged, it won't be until tomorrow anyway. Go

home!" I said, my tone unintentionally hardened.

Finally, he murmured, "Alright, you sleep. I'll come see you once I'm done with work tomorrow."

"I'm going home tomorrow, so don't bother running around." I quickly rejected him, "You should focus

on your work. You are busy, aren’t you?"

"Oh, yes! But I can't neglect you! Or else, how could something like this happen?" Jaylan looked

genuinely remorseful.

"Crap! Didn't I get drugged at home too?" I shot back, "You see me lying there, but you don't bother to

find out what happened exactly?"

"I..." Jaylan was at a loss for words.

I gave him a disdainful side glance. "Get your affairs in order and report to me. I want to clean up."

I decided to put my cards on the table, done with beating around the bush, and wanted to see how he

would handle this situation.