Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 162

That night, I slept like a log, just like I used to before I left home. It was as if nothing had changed, and I

was still the apple of my parents' eyes, carefree and strolling down Oldtown Avenue, filled with

excitement for the life ahead. So, I lost track of time in my dreams.

I didn't wake up until ten the next day, and even then, only because my mom had woken me for

breakfast.

At the table, my mom looked at me with concern. "Are you overworked?"

"Yeah, I am a bit tired," I replied, noticing Gemma was lingering nearby. "I just feel so exhausted all the

time. I just want to sleep, especially when I'm home and more relaxed now."

I gave my mom a knowing look, and she immediately agreed, "You do need a good rest. You've looked

quite weak lately."

"Where are Monique and the others?" I looked around and asked, not seeing them anywhere.

"Oh, they hit it off with the Damon family's granddaughter. They quickly grabbed some breakfast and

took Probert out to the street. You don't have to worry. they don't allow cars on Oldtown Avenue. It's

safe," my mom said with a laugh. "Monique is growing to be such a beauty. She looks slightly like you

and reminds me of you when you were young."

"Only slightly?" I asked proudly, "I think she resembles me quite a bit."

"Well, they say daughters take after their fathers. The Dawsons are a good-looking bunch, so Monique

is a real beauty-in-the-making! Probert takes after you more!" As my mom spoke, she peeled an egg

for me.

Seeing me eat heartily, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Are you implying that I'm not pretty enough?" I teased as I ate.

My mom shot me a playful glare. "Don’t be silly. Who would dare to say my daughter isn't beautiful?

Back in the day, everyone on this street was impressed by my girl’s pretty face!"

I chuckled, feeling grateful for being able to stay by my mom’s side.

Hearing our conversation, Gemma chimed in, "Absolutely! Ms Aaliyah, you’re a real beauty. I've seen

pictures in your room and thought you were one in a million. But in person, you're even more stunning."

I glanced at my mom and shared a knowing smile with her. "And mom says my daughter is even

prettier!"

Gemma agreed immediately, "Indeed, Miss Monique is even more stunning. She takes the best of both

her parents!"

"Gemma, you're really good at giving compliments!" I praised her.

Then, I turned to my mom and asked, "What about Carl?"

My mom paused, deep in thought. "Carl... He's still too young to tell. His facial features... do resemble Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

the Dawson family a bit, but not quite."

"So, you're saying he doesn't look like anyone?" I jokingly teased.

My mom laughed, lightly poking my forehead. "Every child is unique. We can't expect them all to look

like their parents. He's still too young, and we'll tell when he grows up. Each of the three children has

their own charm!"

"You're right, mom. But then again, Probert is the most caring one. Despite his young age, he's quite

thoughtful," I admitted. Probert and I had been spending a lot of time together recently, and we got

along really well.

My mom nodded. "If we train him well, he could achieve great things in the future."

Just then, my phone buzzed beside me. I quickly pulled a tissue to clean my hands and picked it up. It

was Geneva!

I glanced at Gemma, who was still tidying up the dishes, staying within earshot. I smiled faintly,

signaled my mom with the phone, and headed out to the yard to answer the call.

"How's going in Silverdale City? Is everything okay?" Geneva asked, as I had shared my itinerary with

her before leaving.

"All good! How's everything on your end?" I asked Geneva.

"I've arranged everything, and we're on track!" Geneva replied, "I've set out the conditions for the asset

verification. Do you want to take a look and see if anything is missing? I've also spoken to my

husband!"

"Thank you so much, Geneva. I owe you big time." I sincerely thanked Geneva. "Geneva, I'm afraid

there's another favor I need to ask you."