Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 231

I overheard my dad talking about the kids getting involved in some sort of surveying project, and it took

me aback. I couldn't help but ask him about it.

My dad was quick to fill me in, "They're learning about the history of Oldtown Avenue, the size and

location of each house, how long each family has been living here…"

"You're having them do this?" I was taken aback, "They're just kids!"

"You're underestimating them," my dad confidently responded. "They're the future, you know, and their

brains are capable of far more than you might think. Just wait and see what they come up with!"

"Wow, dad... You really think big!" This really surprised me. I couldn't even begin to imagine what that

would look like.

"Just you wait and see!" he said confidently. "They won't disappoint you. They're already equipped for

this. After all, Oldtown Avenue is their future too, they might as well start getting to know every inch of it

now. They'll be the ones to continue its story!"

My dad's words got me cheer up. I couldn't wait to fly back to Silverdale City to see how my kids were

doing.

"By the way, dad, I might bring another kid back with me - Fidelia Dawson. Do you remember her?" I

felt the need to give my dad a heads up, not because I was afraid he wouldn't accept her, but to

prepare myself.

"Seems familiar. The quiet, well-behaved one from their oldest son, right?" My dad's memory was

always good.

"That's right, you remember correctly. I ran into Camilla today, and she told me that Fidelia is often

alone at home and feels lonely. I mentioned Silverdale City, and she seemed okay with the idea. She's

a good woman, doesn't get along with the Dawsons, and can’t look after Fidelia. She's been having

some health issues lately, and I feel sorry for her," I explained.

"Well, bring her along then. The vacation has just started! It's good for the kids to spend time together.

They're family after all. They're the ones who will inherit this world, so the more relatives, the better."

As expected, my dad accepted the idea without any complaints and even supported me.

I couldn't help but think of Evan Dawson, and I felt a pang of sadness. I wondered how he was doing,

with his mom gone and no idea where he was now. He was a poor kid as well.

With that thought, I lost my enthusiasm and lazily told my dad over the phone, "I'll hang up now.

Whether Fidelia comes or not depends on her. If she wants to, I'll bring her."

"Good, don't force her," my dad said affectionately, and then he quickly asked, "Oh, have they found

that kid yet?" Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Not yet," I said, feeling a bit heartbroken. "The police are doing their best."

My dad didn't say anything else, and we ended the call.

Holding my phone, I paced around the room for a while, picturing Evan's chubby, innocent face.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to think about it. Some things were out of my control.

Then I thought about Irving Bradlee. I wasn't afraid of any tricks he might play with Jaylan Dawson, but

I was worried about something else.

What if - and I'm just saying what if - Irving did something to Janetta Makynzie? How would I deal with

the situation with Irving then?

I needed to plan ahead. I didn't want to have a falling out with the Makynzie sisters over this, so I had

to be prepared for it.

What I didn't expect was that my concerns would soon become a reality, creating a huge uproar. But

that's a story for another time.