Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 317

Following Camilla's address, I easily found their home. I had to say, despite this being a home Jerome

had swapped for later, it was already considered an old neighborhood.

I recalled what Hannah told me two nights ago. The address where Jaylan used to meet with Jerome

was in such a tranquil and elegant place. The contrast between there and here was like heaven and

hell.

Jerome was really something, treating his wife and daughter like this. He was truly a model of

heartlessness. Who could forget how Camilla had fallen out with her own family? I certainly didn't. The

memory was still fresh in my mind.

Hannah pulled out two large bags of gifts from the trunk we had picked up on our way, and we started

towards the building. I wondered if Camilla knew about Jerome's actions.

Reaching their door, I knocked. A soft, youthful voice came from inside, clearly a young girl.

"Who is it?"

"Fidelia, it's me, Aaliyah!" I responded gently.

The sound of the door being unlocked quickly came from inside. She was clearly excited.

The door opened, and I saw Fidelia, whom I hadn't seen in many years.

Honestly, the young girl looked a bit like my daughter Monique. The Dawsons all had good looks, and

so did Fidelia. She was very pretty with shining eyes and sexy lips.

She was taller than Monique, standing at the entrance with a shy look in her eyes, full of astonishment,

excitement, and a hint of confusion.

She carefully called out, "Aunt Aaliyah!"

I smiled kindly, "Fidelia, it's been too long!"

I stepped forward, and she quickly stepped back to let me in, "Please come in, Aunt Aaliyah!"

I took another step forward, put my arm around her shoulder, and walked in together.

"Are you home alone?" I asked as I looked around their place.

The place was quite spacious and decently decorated. Although the design was clearly a few years old,

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"Mom will be back soon!" Fidelia looked up at me, smiling contentedly. "Aunt Aaliyah, make yourself at

home!"

"Your home is so clean and cozy. Your mom is really good at keeping up!" I genuinely complimented

her. "What do you usually do when you're home alone?"

"I... do homework, read books, watch TV!" She answered cautiously.

"Well, what keeps your mom so busy that you're often home alone?" I asked casually, but with the

intention of finding out more.

"Mom has to work, delivering goods for people!" Fidelia answered promptly.

"She’s been working?" I was a bit surprised. "Where does she work?"

In my impression, Jerome wouldn't let Camilla work, and I always felt that Camilla's personality wasn't

suited for work.

In my memory, she was utterly submissive, enduring hardship without complaint.

Even though the latter was a great virtue, her submissiveness definitely overshadowed it.

She quickly put down her bag, started boiling water for tea, and didn't forget to greet me, "Aaliyah! I

never expected you to come here!"

"Fidelia mentioned that you're working?" I asked while looking at her. "Does Jerome... know that?"

Her expression froze, and her mouth twitched a couple of times, "I... he has long stopped caring for

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This answer was both expected and unexpected. Because I didn't know to what extent Jerome had

stopped caring.

"He... stopped caring?" I asked doubtfully. "What do you mean?"

Camilla quickly glanced at me, "It’s been a long time! So... I need to work, to support my child!"

I was somewhat shocked. I never imagined Jerome's 'not caring' would go as far as not providing for

his child.

This inevitably made me feel awkward. After all, such topics were usually embarrassing, but I still

pressed on, "How long has it been?"