Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 111

Jaylan slid up next to me, grinning like a Cheshire cat, trying to put his arm around me. I promptly

swatted his hand away. He laughed awkwardly, "Babe, let's not fight, you gotta take care of yourself."

I swallowed my anger, realizing how challenging acting could be. Once you're in character, the

emotions feel real. But my heart couldn't handle the strain, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Jaylan probably noticed my shaky state and began to gently stroke my back, whispering soothing

words, pretending to be the epitome of compassion.

"Speak up! Who put you up to this?" I glared at Zora, my voice laced with restrained fury. Anyone could

tell I was on the verge of blowing up.

"Ma...Ma'am, I'm sorry, I...Mr..." Zora stammered, evidently taken aback by my sudden hostility.

This scene was probably unfolding too quickly, and not at all as she'd imagined.

"Zora, what the hell were you thinking? Spying on me, is that it?" My gaze remained icy, my voice

demanding an answer. "Who gave you the right to act like this? You're crossing lines, Zora. Are you in

such a hurry to take my place as the lady of the house?"

"Honey..."

I snapped my gaze to Jaylan, unable to bear my humiliation any longer. "Don't call me that! Do you

even see me as your wife anymore?" Then I pointed at Zora, my voice rising, "did you tell her to do

this?"

I was livid, all my pent-up anger from the past few weeks spilling out. For the first time in a decade, I

was lashing out at Jaylan. "Did you think I was on my deathbed, Jaylan? You can't even wait for that?

What do you think I am?"

Jaylan looked taken aback. "Don't say that, it's just a misunderstanding. Let's not fight anymore, okay?"

He tried to pull me into a hug, but his familiar scent now made me feel sick to my stomach. My

uncontrollable shaking must have really rattled him. He looked stupefied.

I forcefully broke free from his grasp, glaring at him, accusingly. "Jaylan, do you even feel guilty? Even

with my health in this state, you never ask how I'm doing, how my recovery is going, whether I'm eating

well, sleeping well, losing hair, feeling nauseous..."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault! I just got busy..."

I cut him off. "Busy with what, Jaylan? Busy with work? Well, how's that going? Is the company's profit

soaring? Have we landed new projects?" All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He had no answer, playing dumb.

"You've been paying less and less attention to the kids, our bank account's emptied out. What have you

been busy with, Jaylan? Doing projects, right? ...Fine, bring them here. Bring me the project reports

and plans. I have every right to know how these projects are being run. I may not be the current CEO

of Medsafe Liyah Inc., but don't forget, I'm the legal owner. Medsafe Liyah Inc. was founded by my

investment, so I have every right to know its project structures."

I purposely hit him where it hurt, speaking the truth he least wanted to hear. But it had to be said, and

said forcefully, "if you can't produce the company's plans within a week, or replenish our bank account,

you can resign. I'll take over, and you all Dawsons can go home!"

Jaylan's face darkened, his gaze turning icy. Just as I expected, he feared losing control.

I was certain that, until the city planning in Silverdale City was finalized, he wouldn't dare touch me or

allowing me to return to the company. He'd restructured the company, thinking I wouldn't notice.

Since we're fighting, let's go all out. I planned to use this incident to pressure him into returning all the

money he'd moved from our joint account. I was sure he wouldn't confuse his priorities between the

company and the potential benefits from my old manor in Silverdale City.

His change of expression showed he felt the pressure.

Seeing his defenses crumbling, I smirked. This was just the beginning.