Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 196

I chuckled, pushing myself off the couch and said, "If you keep this up, sooner or later you're gonna be

digging your own grave! Sorry to burst your bubble, but it was your son who called the cops. Like you, I

also hope to find the kid soon and give some closure to the public. But let me remind you, before you

call him your grandson, you better make sure he's legit, unless you want the Dawsons to become a

laughingstock again."

At my words, Catherine couldn't hold back a giggle.

"Cut the crap! Evan is my grandson. He’s a Dawson!" Farley bellowed, massaging his aching back. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Why don't you tell that to the reporters outside?" I teased, then turned to Jaylan. "Jaylan, don't you get

it? Marissa didn't come here to play the victim voluntarily! You know why she came, don't you?"

My statement added fuel to the fire.

I suspected it was Jerome.

After the police dispersed the crowd, I stood by the window, locking eyes with Marissa, who was under

police control. I raised the corners of my mouth slightly and dialed Jaylan's number.

As Jaylan picked up, I suggested in a low voice, "Since she's returned the car, we might as well take it

back."

Jaylan stared at me for a few seconds, hung up the phone, and strode over to Marissa. And then he

snatched the car keys from her hand. I saw Marissa struggle to grab them back again, but with the

police holding her back, she glared venomously in my direction, to which I responded with a warm

smile through the window.

The farce ended, the crowd was fully dispersed, and Marissa was taken away in a police car.

After the police left, Jaylan approached me with the car keys in hand. "You can drive it from now on!"

I smirked and asked, "Me?"

He averted his gaze, realizing too late that he had misspoken. The very moment he retracted his hand,

I grabbed the keys, tossed them to Catherine, and said, "Catherine, sell this car and donate the money

to the kids in need!"

Hazel exploded at my words, "On what grounds? Donate? Aaliyah, you're just throwing money away.

That car wasn't bought for you, so you have no right to dispose of it. You sure know how to play the

saint, don't you? You're just going to donate such a hefty sum like that?"

Farley looked at me as if I were a monster, "You're too arrogant!"

"Or what?" I countered. "Everyone knows this car was used as a ride for his mistresses. Are you not

disgusted? Or do you not care about the Dawson family's reputation, having people say, this is the car

the Dawsons specifically assign to his mistresses?"

Catherine giggled at my words with a gloating look on her face.

I then turned to Jaylan. "What do you think? After causing such a scandal, you still want to maintain

your dignity? Where does your dignity come from? Isn't it time to save face? Now everyone knows that

Medsafe Liyah Inc. was partnering with overseas companies, but it's all been capsized by a mistress!"

My words were harsh. "Jaylan, whether or not the missing kid is yours, you're stuck with the label!"

"You..."

"Speaking of which," I turned to Hazel, who had been giving me the cold shoulder, "Aren't you

anxiously looking for your grandson? Why are you still here? Remember, time waits for no one, and

tragedy can strike at any moment!"

Hazel's face turned ashen at my words. She stepped forward, but hesitated when she saw the woman

beside me take a step forward. She pointed at me and said, "Aaliyah, you better hope you've got

nothing to do with the kid's disappearance..."

She then yelled at Farley, "What are you still doing here?"

As the two of them left, I added meaningfully to Jaylan, "Seems like some people are terrified of finding

that kid. Maybe you're the only one who doesn’t know where he is."