Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 206

The explosive sound was deafening, as if the earth itself was shaking. I watched in horror as the entire

floor-to-ceiling window near the front door of my house collapsed, scattering shards of glass all over the

foyer.

The noise was so loud that it left my ears ringing, and it took me a while to process what had just

happened.

Hannah's first reaction was to grab me and swiftly move us out of the living room, up to the second

floor. I was practically tucked under her arm as she carried me up the stairs.

She settled me in a windowless sitting room upstairs and instructed sternly, "Don’t move!" With that,

she turned on her heel and swiftly ran back downstairs.

I huddled in the small sitting room upstairs, shivering. The sudden explosion had unnerved me, my

heart pounding so hard that I felt unbearable, causing a dull ache that made it hard to breathe.

Soon, Hannah was back by my side, assessing my condition. "Ms. Wilburn, are you alright?"

I nodded weakly with my hand pressing over my heart.

Hannah reported, "I've called the police. Don't worry. Relax, I'm here. Trust me!"

Her face was serious as she comforted me, and I just nodded, too shocked to speak.

Honestly, I wasn't scared. I was just caught off guard. However, my heart was heavy. I couldn't

understand why my world had suddenly turned upside down. It was complete chaos!

Who was after me, and what did they want?

Deep down, I had a feeling that even Jaylan was just a pawn in this game. And my so-called plans NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

were as transparent as a glass. There was no element of surprise.

Marissa's child was missing, Marissa was dead, and the floor-to-ceiling window near the front door of

my house collapsed... Were all these occurrences meant to serve as a warning to me??

Suddenly, I remembered something. I had forgotten to tell Ronan that Jaylan had taken the child.

I grabbed Hannah and blurted out, "Quick...tell Ro... Tell Mr. Richardson to track Zora and find the

child!"

I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to that child after Marissa's death.

Hannah made a call to Ronan immediately, delivering my message and telling him about the attack,

although no attackers were found.

Upon hearing this, Ronan asked about my situation and Hannah reported honestly, but he hung up

without asking to speak to me.

Soon, the police arrived, quite a number of them, and my house was swarming with officers.

I had calmed down a little, and Hannah was by my side, explaining the situation to the police.

After the police had inspected the scene, Jaylan came rushing in, headed straight to me, and in front of

everyone, pulled me into his arms. "Allie, don't be scared. I'm here, don't be scared!"

His words would have made me break down in tears and bawl in his arms, feeling helpless, if this were

the past. But now, I found it amusing. His acting was Oscar-worthy.

I wanted to push him away, but on second thought, some roles needed to be played.

"Don't be scared!" Jaylan held me tightly, turning to the officer in charge, his voice filled with

displeasure, "What happened here? Can we get an explanation? My wife wasn't in the best of health

and now, she's attacked even at home. What kind of policing is this?"

"Mr. Dawson, we apologize! We cannot yet determine who is responsible, but rest assured, we will get

to the bottom of this!"

"This is outrageous! Our lives have been severely disrupted. My wife was supposed to be recuperating

in Silverdale City, but we complied with your request to return. Now this happened. When can we get a

definitive answer instead of vague reassurances?"

Then he pointed at the property manager. "And you! Shouldn't you take responsibility for this? The

main gate of the community is our first line of defense. Have you managed to secure it?"

Jaylan's words reminded me of something. I looked at the property manager who was nodding and

scraping. "I apologize for our negligence! The officers are reviewing the security footage. We won't let

any suspicious person get away!"

"Suspicious person?" I retorted, "Who, exactly, qualifies as a 'suspicious person'?"