Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 443

As I stood my ground, Zora began to unravel. I was certain that before her arrival, Jaylan had strictly

instructed her to keep Hazel’s illness a secret from me.

Now that I was adamant about visiting Hazel, Zora was overcome with panic; this was sure to

displease Jaylan. She desperately tried to stop me, but Hannah, with her phone out and recording,

teased Zora with a smirk, "I'll upload this video right away if you try to stop us. How about 'Dismissed

Nanny Caught in Hospital Obstructing Legal Wife from Visiting Sick Mother-in-law'? Guess who'll be

the talk of the town?"

Fuming, Zora stomped her foot, stuttering without managing to complete her sentence. Unable to

prevent us from entering, she panicked and dialed out on her phone.

I couldn't care less about whom she was calling; I marched straight toward Hazel’s ward.

Upon entering, the first sight that hit me was Hazel, lying on the bed like a lifeless figure. Her once

plump figure was now worryingly gaunt, and everything from her chest down, along with her arms, was

wrapped in bandages.

Half-lying on the couch was Farley, whose snores were audible from the doorway.

Startled by the sound of footsteps, he blinked open his drowsy eyes, taking a moment to recognize me

as I approached.

I had already reached the bedside. Hazel must have been dozing off before I came in; she now opened

her eyes listlessly. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Only up close did I notice the bandages dotted with spots of yellowish fluid, indicating her condition was

still quite serious.

When our eyes met, her pupils instinctively contracted, and her expression tensed with alarm as she

gazed at me.

I offered a gentle smile, greeting, "Hazel!"

Hearing my voice, Hazel stared blankly for a moment, her gaze then shifting warily to the phone in

Hannah’s hand.

Honestly, if she weren't Hazel, I'd actually pity her. In just a couple of weeks, she had withered away,

her eyes hollowed, stripped of her former domineering aura.

By now, Farley had fully woken up and charged at me, "You bitch, what are you doing here? Get out!"

Hannah immediately turned her phone’s camera towards his contorted face, capturing his ugly

expression.

"What are you doing? Put that down... Put it down!” Farley shouted, neck outstretched towards

Hannah, but he dared not come any closer; he knew what Hannah was capable of.

I ignored his rabid barking.

Surprisingly, Hazel kept her eyes on me, though it was clear she no longer possessed any of her

former ferocity. Her face was now gaunt, cheeks hollowed out, unrecognizable. She attempted a smile,

but no sound emerged.

Without any malice, I softly asked, "Are you alright?"

Faced with her severe illness, I couldn't bring myself to be heartless, my upbringing reminding me that I

was not the same kind of people like her.

Unexpectedly, Hazel’s eyes misted over at my question, and she tried to lift her bandaged right hand.

We simply looked at each other until she finally spoke in a weak voice, "I have money... use my

money..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, tears blurring her vision. Just then, Zora burst into the room, seeing

me by Hazel’s bed, she bellowed, "Aaliyah, Jaylan said, get out!"

But as soon as she finished shouting, she realized Hannah’s phone was still recording and clamped

her mouth shut.

I continued to gaze at Hazel, unbothered by Zora's entrance, and guessed what Hazel wanted to say.

"Go on... I'm listening," I encouraged her.

"Help me... for Evan..." Hazel closed her eyes, creases wet with tears.

"Evan?" I probed further.

After scrutinizing me for a moment, she finally spoke, "...Help me get him... a grave." Updated at

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I nodded without hesitation, "Alright."

I paused, then reached under her pillow, feeling a hard object. I pulled it out.