Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 309

As soon as Jaylan walked in and saw me, he seemed overjoyed, striding towards me immediately.

"Honey, you're home? I was just thinking about picking you up. You're already home, everything

settled?" he asked, his face lighting up as he handed me a file from his briefcase.

I was seething with anger. I abruptly stood up and delivered a resounding slap to his handsome face.

That slap was filled with all the force I could muster.

Jaylan was stunned, the file dropping from his hands as he stood there bewildered.

His expression quickly turned to restrained anger, "Aaliyah, what the hell?" he asked, his eyes filled

with fury.

As soon as he spoke, Hannah appeared, her sharp eyes fixed on Jaylan.

Jaylan glanced at Hannah, reining his emotions in, and added, "Why did you hit me?"

"Jaylan, Evan's dead! Do you think you can escape the blame? Don't you feel guilty?" I yelled at him.

He seemed stunned, unable to respond.

"He's been calling you Dad for years, and he was so young," I shouted, my eyes filled with rage. I

stepped closer to Jaylan, staring into his eyes as I asked, "Do you know how he died?"

Jaylan seemed taken aback by my words. He backed away as I approached, asking, "How did he die?

Who said he's dead? How could..."

I shouted with all the strength I had, "It's all because of you, Jaylan. If you hadn't listened to those Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

rumors and taken him out, how would he have died? Aren't you scared? Zora dared to harm your child,

and doesn't that scare you?"

Jaylan stammered, "But he wasn't my child."

I couldn't accept that and gave him another resounding slap.

"At a time like this, how can you even say that? Are you even human?"

Jaylan realized that he'd misspoken. Ignoring the pain from the slaps, he grabbed my arms to steady

me, saying, "Honey, calm down. This isn't good for your health. Listen to me. I didn't mean that

because he's not my child he deserves to die. I just meant to tell you, he really wasn't my child."

I looked at his handsome face, seeing only ugliness, "Do you know how he died?" I asked him.

Jaylan looked at me, his face paling, my handprints standing out on his cheek.

"He was pushed into a storm drain, in the torrential downpour. He was pushed in." I spoke with

conviction.

Then I asked him again, "Do you know who pushed him?"

He just looked at me like an idiot, full of disbelief.

I snorted, "Your beloved brother, Jerome, did it. He pushed Evan into the storm drain in that heavy rain.

Evan was swept away in an instant."

I described it vividly, creating a clear image.

"Does it hurt, Jaylan? Even if he wasn't your child, he was still a part of the Dawson family, and he was

so young, so adorable."

I glared at him, "Don't you think he was adorable? He called you Dad, following you around. Can you

deny that he was adorable?"

"Do you know why Jerome murdered Evan?" I continued to torment him, "It's because he believed

Evan was yours. Jaylan, you have such a wonderful brother. Because he thought Evan was yours, he

pushed him into the storm drain without hesitation."