Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 470

It seemed that Clara might actually be with Jerome. But weren't they being a bit too brazen? Jerome

was a wanted man, and yet he had the audacity to show up at the airport?

No, something didn't add up.

Who was that with Clara just now? I couldn't have mistaken Jerome's silhouette.

Besides, with Hazel's funeral the day after tomorrow, if Jerome dared to show up, he wouldn't miss his

mother's funeral. So what was the meaning of them being at the airport at this time?

This was definitely fishy.

Even if Jerome wanted to flee, he would surely wait until after Hazel's funeral.

As I walked towards the arrivals gate, I couldn't shake my suspicions.

What if Jerome did show up at the funeral? With that thought, I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed

Ronan to share what I had seen and what I knew.

"Relax," he assured me over the phone, "we've got people at the airport! And we're aware of Hazel's

funeral arrangements. You just focus on picking up the kids!"

Feeling a bit more at ease, I replied, "Alright then. I won't keep you, it's about time."

After hanging up, it wasn't long before Hannah came rushing back, shaking her head. "Nope, I saw his

face clearly, it's not Jerome!"

"Are you sure?" I was surprised. The resemblance was uncanny, from the way he walked to his build.

Could I really have been mistaken?

Just then, the loudspeaker announced that Helga's flight had landed.

I collected myself and, with Hannah in tow, craned my neck to see inside, wondering if Carl had been

well-behaved on his first long journey without me. Even with Helga there, I was a bit anxious.

Soon, Helga called to say they were on their way out. Only then did I learn that my mother, worried as

ever, had sent Brenda along as well.

It was my first time meeting Brenda, a woman in her forties with a sharp, keen presence. One glance

told you she was no ordinary woman.

When Carl saw me, his face broke into a wide grin, and he stretched out his chubby little arms,

excitedly calling, "Mommy, give me a hug!"

I scooped him up and planted a big kiss on his cheek, which made him giggle and squirm with delight

in my arms, obviously thrilled to be home.

"Was baby good on the trip?" I asked him.

Holding out his tiny fingers in a solemn gesture, he replied, "Baby good!"

"Such a good boy!" I kissed him again, and he nuzzled my face in return.

Our group made our way out to where Hannah had gone to fetch the car.

But as I turned around, I locked eyes with Clara. She must not have expected me to look back so

suddenly and quickly averted her gaze, slipping away swiftly.

With Carl in my arms, I couldn't chase after her; I could only watch as she ran away.

I cursed under my breath, vowing to catch her eventually.

Hannah's car pulled up, we hop on and left the airport.

I was taken aback. My boy still remembered Zora!

"No Zora," I said with a hint of irritation. "Just mommy and Helga."

He tugged at me, insisting, "Want Zora! Baby want Zora!"

I sighed internally. I had assumed that after twenty days apart, he would have forgotten about Zora.

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Helga, pulling out some of Carl's clothes, chimed in, "He'd mention her now and then at his grandma's."

I felt a twinge of jealousy. "Kids always favor those who spoil them."

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Helga chuckled. "Give it some time. Out of sight, out of mind, he’ll forget eventually."