Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 318

Upon hearing my question, Camilla chuckled bitterly, "It's been a few years now."

She prepared some tea and told me to take a seat.

Seeing what was on the coffee table, she quickly said, "Aaliyah, look at you, I’m already so grateful that

you visit, and you even brought all these gifts."

"I just got some stuff for Fidelia on the way! Don't mind it!" I said, then called out to Fidelia, "Fidelia,

come see, there might be something you like."

She nodded obediently, her smile radiant, "I like everything!"

I laughed, "Well then, don't hold back!"

She looked over at her mother, Camilla, who also laughed, "Aren't you going to thank your aunt?"

Fidelia politely thanked me, her eyes full of gratitude.

Camilla told Fidelia, "Go wash some fruits for your aunt."

I quickly pointed to the tea and said, "Fidelia, get the fruits for yourself. We will have some tea!"

Hannah flashed a smile at her, "May I see your room?"

Fidelia immediately turned to her mother. Camilla laughed, "Go ahead!"

Once they'd left for the room, I looked around, "This is a nice house. When did you move? I had no

idea!"

"Well, it was probably when you were sick. It's been a few years!" Camilla agreed, also glancing

around, "We used to live in the house you helped us buy, we should have thanked you a lot sooner."

"Please, no need for formalities," I brushed it off, "That's just how the Dawsons are. You and Jerome,

are you..."

"We're not divorced!" Camilla interrupted, as if she knew what I was going to ask, "But he's rarely

home."

"He doesn't take care of you and Fidelia?" I probed.

"Rarely."

I wasn't sure what she meant by 'rarely'.

"Ever since we moved here, he's barely been home. Even when he does come back, he doesn't stay

the night. Just leaves some money and goes." Camilla's voice was barely a whisper, her hands

interlaced and fidgeting, a clear sign of her inner turmoil.

"Isn't he busy with Jaylan at the company? Maybe Jaylan isn't paying him enough. I'll ask him," I

feigned ignorance, "If he's not coming home, where does he go?"

"Oh..." Camilla chuckled bitterly again, "I wouldn't dare to ask. He can do whatever he wants."

Camilla's words echoed hopelessness and despair.

"You're just too naive. You gave up everything for him..." I stopped mid-sentence, as if I'd said

something wrong.

She smiled at me dismissively, "It doesn't matter anymore, it's been so long that I've almost forgotten I

have a husband."

I patted her arm, unable to find any words to say.

"If anyone is to blame for all this, it's not Jerome. It's my mother who was too much." Camilla began,

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"Why would you say that?" I asked, confused.

Camilla wore a bitter smile, still bitter.

"I have to ask... back then, did you... did you marry Jerome because you were pregnant?" I asked

gently, afraid to hurt Camilla's feelings.

"Otherwise?" She hung her head, looking like a victim, "Back then, it was a big deal for my family. And I

was the only one who knew I was pregnant. I had already had an abortion once and no one knew. I

didn't dare to do it again. Jerome is stubborn and no one can control him. If I didn't follow him, where

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She was telling the truth, but I was also impressed by Camilla's courage. To have an abortion in secret,

that took guts.

"Do you know what he's doing out there?" I asked bluntly.