Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 118

It was a rare sight to have Jaylan's mother, Hazel, visit us. Today, she made an unexpected

appearance.

Walking through the door, she noticed Carl throwing a tantrum and she grumbled, "Only you could

make a simple babysitting task feel like a barnyard meltdown."

I chuckled lightly and replied, "Yeah, I can't do it like you, Hazel. I can't just yell at them and threaten to

spank them every time."

Hazel was about to refute when Jaylan walked in, he was clutching a bag in his hand. His eyes

widened in surprise at the sight of his mother, and he asked curtly, "What brings you here?"

Presumably, he was wary since Hazel's visits usually spelled trouble. After all, she had created quite a

mess at Marissa's place.

Recognizing the sarcasm in Jaylan's words, Hazel retorted, "I just wanted to see my grandkids. How

long has it been since you brought Probert back home? When are you planning on returning him to

me?"

I scoffed silently at her question. Return him? That would ruin my boy.

Hazel plopped down on the couch, her face twisted in annoyance. Spotting Probert, who was

engrossed with his Lego set, she called out to him, "Probert, didn't you notice I’m here?"

"Say hello to your grandma," I nudged, knowing well that Probert wasn't too keen on his grandmother,

but manners were important.

"Hello grandma," Probert muttered, not looking up from his Lego.

"Such disrespect! Ungrateful child! I've spoiled you for nothing," Hazel grumbled.

Hearing her harsh words, I finally lost my patience and said, "Hazel, don't be so hard on the kids. They

have feelings too."

"What do these little brats know about feelings? If you don't discipline them now, they'll turn out to be

good for nothing," Hazel argued.

I didn't bother arguing with her. I wasn't going to stoop to her level. The Dawson family was a mess,

and I wasn't going to let them drag me down with them.

Ignoring Hazel's mumblings, I picked up Carl and said to Probert, "Let's go upstairs and draw, okay?"

Jaylan interjected, "Dinner will be ready soon. How about you go upstairs after that?"

I didn't pay him any attention.

Once Probert heard my proposal, he quickly got up and sprinted upstairs, like he was avoiding the

plague.

I told Helga to call us when dinner was ready and headed upstairs with the kids.

As I was leaving, I heard Hazel ask Jaylan, "Did you change the nanny?"

Jaylan merely grunted in response.

Back upstairs, I sat the boys down with their Lego set and turned on the security app. I had a feeling

that Hazel was not here to see the kids.

As expected, once I was upstairs, Hazel glanced at the kitchen where Helga was busily preparing

dinner and leaned in to whisper to Jaylan, "You promised me, Jaylan. Why haven't you transferred the

money to me yet?"

A smirk tugged at my lips. Marissa was right. Hazel always wanted money. Was she planning to show Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

off somewhere again?

Jaylan's face darkened at her words. He lowered his voice and snapped, "Can't you hold yourself back

a little, mother? You have spent so much money. Do you think I'm your personal ATM, always ready to

fund your whims?"

"Watch your words, Jaylan. You bought that woman...” Half of it, Hazel suddenly pause, then she

lowered her voice, “You bought her an expensive car without batting an eye, but when I ask for a little

money to attend a cruise night party, you suddenly claim you're broke. Am I still your mother?"

I thought to myself, who would want a mother like that? They would have to be incredibly unlucky.

Jaylan was furious at Hazel's words. He glared at her and retorted...