Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 219

I helplessly looked at Geneva beside Janice, her hand comfortingly stroking Janice's back. She had

worry was all on her face and a hint of displeasure, as well.

Janice, on the other hand, was livid. Her cold stare directed at Irving. "Take your men and get out of Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

here. It is a hospital, for God’s sake. What's with this mob you've brought along? What are you up to?"

Irving grinned at Janice, his smile failing to reach his eyes. "Don't mind me. I'm not up to anything. I just

thought them in case something happened to Janetta. We'll need more hands on deck."

"And why would anything happen to her?" Janice retorted, her tone sharp.

I couldn't help but inwardly curse Irving. That weasel clearly wished ill on Janetta!

My gaze at Irving hardened, a chill flickering in my eyes.

"I'm just playing it safe," Irving replied, grinning like a fox that just got into the hen house.

"Don't play dumb with me. If you want to put on a show, do it somewhere else. Don't try to play the

good guy in front of me. And don't pretend to be a saint here. I can see right through you! Remember,

you divorced the woman lying here. Stop pretending to care so much about her!

Janice was quite obviously infuriated by Irving. Her words cut deep, leaving no room for Irving's dignity.

Nettie seemed to have had enough. She turned to Janice and said, "Aunt Janice, what are you doing?

We only want mom to wake up and receive better care. Why can't you stop making a fuss and let

things be?"

Her words were laced with resentment, implying Janice was at fault. It was clear to Gevena, Catherine

and me then. This kid was siding with her father.

"Nettie, do you even understand what you're saying? What do you mean 'let things be', huh? If you're

going to talk to me like this, get the hell out of here with your father. This place belongs to the Makynzie

family, not the Bradlee family!" Janice was unyielding, her words sharp.

Nettie was stunned by Janice's words and couldn’t accept Janice’s attitude towards her. Her face sank

instantly.

"You're being too bossy and unreasonable! She's my mom! Why can't I see her?"

Nettie's attitude was terrible, and she had no regard for Janice's feelings. It seemed she was in league

with Irving.

I felt a twinge of worry for Janice. She was evidently fighting this battle alone, and the odds weren't in

her favor.

The feud between the Bradlee and Makynzie families was a tough one, even for an impartial judge. I

couldn’t help eyeing on Nettie, whose face was as cold as ice. Her attitude was uncompromising, and

her intentions was clear. Her words sounded tough and mean.

"Do you even remember that she's your mom? She's been lying here for years. How many times have

you visited?" Janice snapped, her gaze fixed on Nettie. "Count on your fingers. You have been too

busy, right? You can't come back from studying abroad, right? You have the time to celebrate the

birthday of your father's mistress, the woman who ruined your family. But you don’t have time to visit

your own mother? Do you really take me as a blind and a fool?"

Janice's almost burst into tears after saying that. For the first time, I saw this side of her.

Even as an outsider, it was hard for me to accept that Nettie had celebrated the birthday of the woman

who ruined her family. No wonder Janice was furious.

Did this girl lose her mind?

Catherine, never one to hold her tongue, blurted out, "That was a bit too much."

Irving glanced sharply at the ever-fearless Catherine, a hint of annoyance creasing his forehead. After

all, this was their family issue, and it wasn't appropriate for outsiders to interfere.

Nettie's face darkened even more. "So what? She's lying here unconscious. I have limited time. I can't

even care for the living, let alone the dead..."

"Nettie Bradlee!"