Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 487

We were practically jogging to keep up with Maddox, entirely ignoring Ronan's earlier words.

Maddox was power-walking, his urgency evident in every brisk step and the frequent anxious glances

he cast over his shoulder.

Hannah and I kept up the pursuit, cloaking our urgency in the guise of a casual stroll, dreading that he

might spot us. Even though he probably wouldn't recognize us, getting too close could still rouse his

suspicions.

He zipped through the streets, making sharp turns until he plunged into a back alley behind Main

Street.

We hung back, not daring to follow too closely anymore.

The alley stretched out long and narrow, leading straight to another bustling thoroughfare, and right at

the corner stood a weathered apartment complex.

We watched Maddox enter the complex and were about to follow when Larkin appeared out of

nowhere, blocking our path with a hushed urgency, "Hold on, you two. This is Maddox's mother's place.

Don't spook him!"

Hannah and I froze, but Larkin gestured to her, "Get going. I've got eyes on him. Don't muck things up.

If he gets wind of us, we'll never track down Zora."

In a low voice, I asked Larkin, "Any sign of Zora or my son?"

He shook his head with conviction, "Nothing yet."

Reluctantly, I cast one last glance towards the complex before retreating with Hannah the way we

came.

Back at the inn, I let out a sigh of defeat, murmuring to Hannah as we walked, "How come there's still

no word on her?"

Night fell, and Ronan's people began trickling back with updates—one reported that Jaylan had made it

to the city, while another confirmed that Jerome's men had arrived, a party of four.

But the real kicker came from Logan, who sent over a crystal-clear phone recording of Clara calling

Zora.

"Hey, sis, you're back in town but not coming home?" Clara's voice was as provocatively sweet as ever.

Zora fired back with barely-contained rage, "What's your game, Clara?"

"Just missing you, my dear sister, that's all. Heard you were back, figured I should too. I’ve been away

for too long. Gotta see mom and dad, right?" Clara's voice was saccharine, almost teasing.

"Don't give me that. It's your home, not mine. I didn't come back for that. You're always scheming,

Clara!"

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same?"

"Even if I owed you back then, Clara, I've paid my dues over the years. You—"

Clara cut her off, "Stop harping on about that measly living expenses. What about the rest?"

In the call, Zora's side sounded quiet, maybe she was outdoors, with the rustling of wind.

Clara laughed, "Taking you down would be no sweat for a wanted man. How I know is irrelevant. What

matters is I do. Come home, Zora. Mom's practically going blind from crying over missing you."

"She's always blind and worthless! If she were not, that monster wouldn't still be alive," Zora spat.

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Silence enveloped the call, Clara's words clearly hitting a nerve.