Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 212

I listened as Logan spoke, my expression unchanged as I glanced at Catherine. She was looking at

Logan with a complex expression. Logan's mouth was busy with his food, but his eyes were locked on

Catherine's face.

Catherine, feeling rather uncomfortable under his gaze, retorted, "What are you looking at? I didn't Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

want your money!"

I almost burst out laughing. What was meant to be a casual conversation was now filled with underlying

meanings. These two were quite a pair! Catherine was exceptionally smart, but when it came to love,

she was a clueless idiot.

At the same time, Janice seemed incredibly serious, as if she was being guided through a maze by a

wise sage. She asked Logan, "Mr. Monahan, you're serious, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," Logan nodded, breaking his gaze from Catherine. "Absolutely serious."

Janice moved closer to Logan. "I really wouldn't know where to start without you telling me. For all

these years, something didn't feel right. It's like something was off. Janetta had been quarrelling with

Irving for several years before her car accident. He openly kept a mistress, and Janetta silently

endured it for years. But just when she agreed to divorce, the accident happened."

"There are no such things as coincidences!" Catherine chimed in.

Janice's expression was grave as she recalled a memory. "On the night of her accident, Janetta called

me. She said she had something for me to keep safe for her, and she was on her way to give it to me.

But all I got was the news of the accident.

When I rushed to the hospital, she never woke up. I always felt that what she wanted me to keep safe

was not something ordinary."

"What exactly is it?" Geneva inquired.

I looked at Janice. "Did you get it?"

Janice shook her head, disappointment written all over her face. "I searched her car and her bag, but I

couldn't find it."

We all felt a bit sorry to hear that too.

Janice continued, "After the accident, Irving asked me if Janetta had contacted me before the accident.

I denied it. Because I felt something was off about his question. Why would he think Janetta contacted

me? What does it have to do with him? But I suddenly felt that if he asked, it must have something to

do with him. So, this has been weighing on my heart for many years. I always felt it was suspicious."

Logan put down his fork, pulled out a napkin, and casually wiped his mouth. He looked at Janice.

"Dear, anything's possible. If something feels wrong, gather evidence to support your feelings."

He then pointed to me. "Look, if Aaliyah wasn't brave and careful enough to act, we might all be at her

funeral! Go back, gather your thoughts, and tell me what you suspect." Logan's expression was calm,

as if this was the natural course of action, and it didn't seem to pose any challenge to him.

"Are you serious?" Catherine asked Logan.

"Or what?" Logan shrugged. "Didn't you hear what she said? This matter has been bothering her for

many years. Why not find a way to get rid of this burden? Isn't it tiring to keep it in?"

Janice's face was filled with confusion. She sighed deeply, "It is tiring. Mr. Monahan is right. This matter

has become my burden. It made me bitter and sarcastic. Every time I see Irving or even think about

him, or even see my niece Nettie, I lose control. It's become an instinct for me to go crazy."

Janice was right. She did give that impression to people. Before I got close to them, to be honest, I

didn't really like her. She always spoke offensively, which made me uncomfortable. Especially when it

came to Irving's mistress, every word she spoke was like a knife, stabbing at her mercilessly.

It seems that everything does happen for a reason.

Janice continued to analyze herself, her voice hoarse, completely devoid of her previous arrogance

and domineering attitude. She revealed her true gentle nature, her voice choking back a sob. "I'm

angry, irritable, wanting to vent, wanting to tear them apart, but I have no evidence, no strength to

confront them, which makes them criticize me, calling me bitter and crazy! Janetta has been bedridden

for years, and I've suffered for years. She's still alive. Perhaps if she died, I might be able to forget, to

be relieved, but she seems to have a strong will to live, so, I…"