Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 449

I sighed with a blend of pride and disbelief. Everything had been going so smoothly, it felt like I was

living a dream. And who would have thought? An impromptu visit to Hazel led to this surprise

discovery.

I couldn't help but snicker to myself. It seemed that, in the end, a little kindness did pay off.

Hannah, on the other hand, was buzzing like a bee at a picnic, prodding me to hurry up. "Allie, stop

gawking and open it already! Let's see what treasures Hazel was keeping in here," she chirped with a

mix of impatience and curiosity.

Truth be told, my curiosity was off the charts too.

I quickly fished out the key and opened the long metal box that lay before us.

As the lid flipped back, Hannah and I both peered inside, our faces inches apart. But there wasn’t

anything shocking inside.

Though the cabinet might look modest, the box had more space inside than one would expect.

The contents were sparse, giving off a somewhat meager impression.

I reached in and began to pull out the items one by one. First to come out was a set of emerald

bracelets, glinting beautifully.

I recognized these instantly. They were a gift from a factory owner when I had given birth to Probert.

Hazel had been over the moon, her eyes practically popping out of her head with excitement. At the

time, she was more thrilled about the bracelets than seeing her first grandson.

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Hazel with joy, their faces blooming like roses in May.

But Hazel's daily visits under the pretense of helping me through the postnatal period were clearly

motivated by her desire for the bracelets. I knew her game.

Once the baby was a month old, Jaylan, ever the smooth-talker, had hinted more than once that his

mother had worked hard her whole life without a single piece of decent jewelry, and how she fancied

gems above all else.

I played dumb for a while, but ultimately, on Hazel's sixtieth birthday, the bracelets ended up in her

hands.

Also nestled amongst the items was a coordinated set of emerald pieces — a sophisticated necklace,

earrings, and a stunning ring — all in that signature emerald hue that Hazel favored. Safe to say, I was

the one who shelled out for these luxurious adornments.

Then there were several gold jewelry sets, some gems, a diamond brooch, and five gold bars...

Hannah clicked her tongue twice in awe. "Looks like her life savings are all here!"

"Most of these are mine!" I scoffed with a wry smile. "The valuables are definitely here!"

But what really caught my eye was a gold jewelry set tucked into a separate compartment on the other

side of the box.

A tiny, exquisitely crafted gold necklace with a unicorn charm, a baby bracelet, and an anklet, each

piece adorned with little gold bells that tinkled crisply when I gave them a shake.

A strange feeling washed over me as I handled them.

Hannah leaned in closer. "Aren't these baby items?"

"If memory serves, these were gifts from Hazel and Farley for their second grandson, Carl. So she

saved these too?" I mused, staring at the trinkets in my hand.

Hannah couldn't resist a jab. "Talk about a penny-pincher—taking back gifts she gave away. She's got

more tricks than a carnival con artist!"

"I bet this set cost a pretty penny back in the day!" I quipped.

Everything was laid out before us.

Hannah looked a bit deflated. "Is this it? All this fuss for this?"

"To her, these are substantial," I explained. "She probably kept some trinkets on hand for everyday use,

but these are the real valuables, which is why she stored them here. Keeping them at home would be

risky—both Farley and Jessica are threats. Farley because of his spending habits, and Jessica... well,

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Hannah rolled her eyes. "They are indeed family..."

Hannah glanced at the box then at me, her expression questioning. "So what do we do with all this?"

I gazed at the box, pondering the same question. Indeed, what should I do?