Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 76

Intrigued, I zoomed in on what Zora was looking at on her screen, puzzled.

I then heard Zora ask, "Where'd you get that?"

Clara, smug, ran a hand over her neck and giggled with a sickly sweet tone, "It's a gift from Mister! He

said I'm just so darn adorable he couldn't resist! He gave me this necklace and even bought me two

new outfits because apparently, I can't look shabby when I go to the office!"

She then flaunted the shopping bags in her hand, "Mister took me shopping, that's why I got back late!

He said he wouldn't be home for dinner."

At this, Zora was livid. She was holding Baby Carl and impulsively slapped Clara across the face.

The slap was so fierce I could almost feel the sting myself. I saw Zora still holding Carl, who was

startled from the force of it. Carl nearly went flying, and I couldn't help but scream in fright.

Luckily, Carl was clinging to Zora's neck at the time and was saved from a nasty fall.

However, the sudden movement scared him and he immediately burst into tears.

I couldn't help but think, "I need to focus more on the kid. Despite his young age, if he continues to be

around this shrew, he's going to suffer."

Clara was momentarily stunned by the slap. She instinctively covered her face and then, in a blink of

an eye, she was furious. With the speed of lightning, she returned the slap. From the look of it, Clara's

slap was no less potent than Zora's.

Actually, it was accurate, hard, and swift!

She was so fast that I didn't even see what had happened on the monitor.

This sent Zora into a frenzy. She set Carl down on the couch and lunged at Clara. They were

immediately entangled in a catfight.

Baby Carl was scared and crying hysterically on the sofa. I was so angry I nearly stormed downstairs, I

almost forgot that I was just watching a surveillance recording.

Heart pounding, I watched Carl weeping pitifully, my heart aching. Yet, the two women were still going

at it, seemingly oblivious to the crying child.

Cracks echoed through the room as slaps were thrown, accompanied by a slew of curses.

Zora seemed to unleash all the anger she'd been holding back all afternoon onto Clara, hitting with a

ferocity as if Clara wasn't her sister at all.

In the end, Zora won the fight. Her physique, plump and robust from living comfortably, gave her an

advantage over the frail and gaunt Clara.

She got off Clara, collapsed onto the sofa to catch her breath, and cradled a still bawling Carl. Pointing

at the collapsed Clara, she spat venomously, "You listen here, you bitch! You have one week to get out

of here! Or don't blame me for being heartless."

Clara, lying on the floor, started laughing weakly at her words, "Zora, you should ask Mister if he

agrees!You are actually heartless, because you even dared to beat our parents up!" From NôvelDrama.Org.

This statement simply blew my mind. I never expected Zora to disregard her family respect, no wonder

she could easily cross the lines with me.

"If you say that again, just try me!" Zora threatened.

"Hahaha! Zora, do you really think I'm scared of you?" Clara rallied, getting up from the floor. Her

disheveled hair framed her pale face, making her look ghostly. Yet, her expression was defiant, not a

trace of fear to be seen.

I have to admit, these two were seasoned fighters. Neither of them had gone for the face but judging

from Clara's struggle to get up, she must have been hurt pretty bad.

She struggled to her feet, swaying, then walked over to Zora. A wicked smile crept across her ashen

face as she raised an eyebrow at Zora, "Zora, the folks over at Seaside are still looking for their

daughter. Isn't that silly? Should I tell them..."

"Clara... you're talking nonsense!" Zora's eyes widened as she stared at Clara, who seemed to have

transformed into a specter before her eyes.