Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 116

She walked in with a straight posture, the same nervousness she had when she first arrived here. She

stood in front of me, fidgeting with her fingers, a look of humility all over her face.

I gazed at her with an air of cool detachment, sensing that she was here to negotiate.

True to form, after a lengthy prelude and seeing my icy silence, she took the initiative.

"Ma'am!" She called me obediently. I stared at her, raising an eyebrow to prompt her to continue.

"My... my sister, she's quite badly hurt," she confessed to me.

"You should take that up to Jaylan. He's the one who hit her, so if you want compensation, you should

talk with him," I said, my gaze sharp and unflinching.

She immediately waved her hands in denial, "No, no... that's not what I mean, ma'am. I know you're

kind-hearted and have always been good to my sister. It's her own greed that got her into this mess.

But... ma'am, don't you think that it’s not just her in the wrong?"

After saying this, she shot me a fearful glance, clearly anxious. I mentally scoffed. Her true colours

were showing.

I observed her silently, my gaze sharp and imposing.

"Ma'am, I didn't mean to offend you by saying that, nor am I trying to negotiate anything," she said, as if

reading my thoughts and then confidently continued, "I just want to help you!"

"Help me?"

Her earnest and desperate expression was obvious, and she took a step forward, "I'm telling the truth. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

From the moment you allowed me to stay here, I've wanted to help you!"

I didn't know whether or not to believe her. She had slept with my man and now she was claiming

sincerity.

I feigned amusement and asked with interest, "How do you propose to help?"

"Don't you think, ma'am, that Mr. Jaylan is hiding something?" Clara asked tentatively, her eyes fixed

on me.

"Go on," I urged, not falling for her bait without knowing her true intentions.

Clara hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip and looking at me uncertainly, obviously unable to

read my thoughts.

"But there's no harm in saying it," I encouraged her.

After contemplating for a while, she looked up at me, "Ma'am, do you trust Mr. Jaylan?"

I remained silent.

Clara seemed at a loss, she stammered out, "Ma'am, I don't mean to sow discord between you and

him, but what I heard was that Mr. Jaylan ordered my sister to spy on you! And he has another woman,

even a child!"

She watched my reaction as she spoke, but I remained impassive.

Clara took another step forward, "Ma'am, I just feel it's unfair for you. I'm not speaking for my sister,

she's a woman capable of anything. Even though she's my sister, her deeds are unforgivable. But

you're different, you shouldn't have to bear all this."

I suddenly felt as though I'd found a kindred spirit.

"Clara, no matter what, your sister still paid for your education. Don't you think it's too much for you to

act this way?" I challenged her.

"Ha! Too much!" Clara's pale face held a look of disdain, "She arranged for me to be gang-raped, in

exchange for a monthly allowance of $300. Who do you think is really to blame?"

I was left speechless at this revelation, taking a long time to recover.

Clara continued with a bitter smile, "I was 15 that year. Because my father called her a bastard and

molested her in front of my mother after he got drunk, she arranged for a man named Maddox to have

me gang-raped."

As Clara narrated her story with a smile, it was truly heartbreaking.

"My mother, fearing the scandal would get out, blackmailed her into signing an agreement to support

my education until I get married, otherwise, she would report her to the police. She was forced to sign

the agreement, left home, and thus came the $300 monthly allowance. Ma'am, should I be grateful to

this sister of mine?"

I was at a loss for words, watching Clara's pale face as she recounted her past, "15 years old, my

memory stops at 15. Ma'am, it really hurt! But she just stood there, watching me scream in pain. She's

my sister, no matter whether she's a bastard or not, she's my family."

Clara cleaned her tears and exhaled, "Marriage? Who could I marry? With a mother who's a tramp, a

father who's a drunkard, a sister who's a devil! Ma'am, what can I do?"

Her words really shocked me, I was at a loss for words.

"The only thing left in my life is to take revenge on Zora," Clara gritted her teeth and said ominously, "I

want her to wish she were dead."

"What's your condition?"