Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 312

I glanced at the time, realizing it was getting late. The task at hand would have to wait until morning.

Hannah who had just finished cleaning up after dinner turned to me and asked, "Aaliyah, you're still

up? Go get some sleep!"

I lifted my gaze to her, "Do you know where Jaylan went after his social engagement tonight?"

Without missing a beat, Hannah replied, "He went to a private clinic. It's quite reputable and under the

management of Irving Bradlee. They specialize in complex cases."

"Irving Bradlee's?" I queried, a look of confusion crossing my face. "Why would he go there?"

"Aaliyah, have you forgotten? He's got some unpleasant health issues," Hannah reminded.

A lightbulb moment struck me, how could I have forgotten? He was no ordinary man, but a walking

hazard. I'd been cautious about his physical contact, but that didn't mean he was safe.

"Do you mean, he's getting treatment there?" I asked, looking at Hannah, "This sneaky man, always

disappearing. We have to be careful."

"Yes, he's been importing some sort of special medication from overseas. It's supposed to boost

immune response and control cell infection," Hannah seemed very sure of this.

I was surprised, "How do you know all of this? No wonder he hasn't had any fever lately."

Hannah arched an eyebrow, a mischievous grin on her face, "Don't forget. Mr. Richardson has

arranged this special care."

I was speechless, so even this detail was taken care of by Ronan?

Hannah seemed to read my thoughts, adding with a chuckle, "We have to ensure the safety of you and

the children."

Her words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but express my gratitude, "Indeed, without you all

protecting us, I don't know how I'd handle this scumbag."

"The credit goes to Mr. Richardson. He's meticulous, down to the smallest detail," Hannah's face

beamed with pride and satisfaction, a hint of gossip in her tone.

I didn't dare continue the conversation, even though it felt comforting. It was also a bit embarrassing.

Seeing Hannah's suggestive expression, I felt at a loss for words.

I stood up and said to her, "Aren't you going to bed? Still here gossiping?"

Hannah gave me a playful smirk. I shot her a glance and headed upstairs.

As I walked, I thought about why I hadn't seen Ronan in two days. It seemed he only showed up when I

was in trouble.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang. I picked it up and was surprised by the caller. Did Ronan

have a sixth sense? I'd just finished complaining about him when he called.

I answered the call with a sigh, but I couldn't hide the smile that showed at the corners of my mouth.

As I spoke to him on the phone, I returned to my room. After some casual banter, he got down to

business, asking when we could launch our plan.

"We need to find the right opportunity to stir things up, without harming Medsafe Liyah Inc. Then we

can start anytime. I don't want to see him for even one more day."

"Let's use Evan's issue then. We can't let his death be in vain." Ronan's tone was quite somber.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"How so?" I asked urgently.

"Don't worry, and you can't be the one to do it." Ronan comforted me, "If we're going to put on a show,

let's make it a grand one. After all, Silverdale City is the prize."

"When can I return to Silverdale City?" I asked anxiously. To be honest, I was eager to go back. Plus,

I'd just thought of an idea.

"You can return anytime. If Jaylan wants to go, let him go. Everything's ready there."

Ronan's words excited me.

"What about Jerome's disappearance?" I asked.

"Do you think he can escape if I don't want him to?" Ronan's tone was quite sinister.

"You mean…" I was slightly taken aback.

Ronan chuckled softly, "I'm not after Jerome. I'm after the power behind him."

Understanding his point, I asked, "So, you're not worried he might run away?"

"You should get some sleep. Women shouldn't stay up late, especially you." His tone was

commanding.

I had no choice but to contradict him before hanging up amidst his laughter.

By the time Jaylan returned, it was late. He seemed exhausted, claiming he had dinner out. After a

shower, he went straight to bed.

Honestly, seeing him climb into my bed again, I felt a wave of disgust.

I got out of bed and he asked, "Honey, where are you going?"

As I walked away, I answered nonchalantly, "I'm thirsty."

He grumbled, "Bring me a glass too."