Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 492

At that moment, my terror was beyond words. Imagine how anyone could cope with the fact that, in

less than half an hour, three vibrant lives had been snuffed out like candles in the wind.

The screen flickered in the darkness, the barking of a dog echoing in the background.

Hannah's voice came through, "Looks like she's on the move, boss. Should we call the cops?"

Ronan pondered for a moment, "Someone will have called it by now!"

He glanced at me and came over, enveloping me in his arms with a gentle whisper, "She won't get far.

Don't be scared!"

My body was shivering uncontrollably. The thought of holding my son after what had happened was

chilling to the bone.

Suddenly, Hannah exclaimed, "She's actually taking a bath?!"

I quickly wriggled out of Ronan's embrace, curiosity drawing my eyes to the screen. NôvelDrama.Org content.

In the pitch-black night, a sinister figure was splashing water from a rushing river onto herself with

relentless vigor!

It took a good twenty minutes before she crossed the river and vanished into the darkness.

A voice from the screen said, "I'm on her trail, I'll report back soon!"

And with that, the screen went dead.

"She must be going for Carl; why else would she clean up like that?" Ronan's voice was firm, "We'll

hear about the kid soon. If all goes well, we'll have him back by dawn."

He turned to me, his voice soft, "Try to get some rest, we've got to pick up Carl later."

I was still trembling, too terrified to even think about closing my eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Ronan said, as if reading my mind, his hand gently stroking my back. The

warmth from his palm strangely comforted me.

As the sky turned a pale gray, news finally arrived. Ronan immediately answered the call on

speakerphone, "Boss, the target is in a nunnery at Emerald Mist Peak. Locals say there's just one old

nun there. Both paths up the mountain are blocked!"

Hannah was astonished, "There's a nunnery here? So that's where she was hiding!"

Ronan made another call, summoning Larkin back and arranging a car to take us up the mountain.

He had tried to convince me to wait at the inn for Carl’s return. But how could I? After four agonizing

days, my son was within reach, and I couldn't bear not to be there to greet him. And with him in the

clutches of a murderer, how could I rest easy?

Zora had now truly become a fugitive.

She had shattered my perception of her. If she could kill, sticking needles in my head seemed trivial in

comparison.

Ronan repeatedly instructed Larkin and Hannah to ensure my safety, and to bring the child back

without harm. This time, it was he who was restless.

It was clear Ronan was worried; after all, he couldn't show his face this time.

So he kept instructing Larkin and Hannah, making sure that both Carl and I would be safe.

Mimicking his usual reassurances to me, I said, "Stop fussing and just wait here for the news! If we wait

too long, she could slip away!"

I was already on pins and needles, and as he looked at me meaningfully, I had to suppress a chuckle.

It was his turn to taste the anxiety of waiting for news.

But the laughter didn't last long.

We hadn't seen a trace of Zora on our way up, and the team on the other path also reported no sign of

her.

This was agonizing. The thought of my child, in these wild woods with Zora, off the beaten path where

snakes and beasts lurked, filled me with dread. Draмanovels.cоm

As we searched in desperate anxiety, a message came in – Zora had been spotted climbing towards

the summit.

Those words made my legs turn to jelly, and I nearly collapsed. My Carl, my poor Carl!