Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 78

"Clara...you are my sister, my own flesh and blood. I've taken care of you for so many years, never

missed a payment for your tuition. How could you treat me like this? Do you even have a conscience?"

Zora's tone softened. "We used to have a good family, how did we end up like this? Do you even know

why I left in the first place?"

Clara shrugged, her face losing its smug smile. "Everyone has their own fate, Zora. If it wasn't for what

happened, you wouldn't be where you are today. Don't talk to me about how you treated me at home,

did you ever treat me well? Huh?"

As Clara spoke, a twitch appeared at the corner of Zora's mouth and she dropped her gaze.

Undeterred, Clara continued, "That's why I want a piece of your pie now. Did you really think I couldn't

fight back? I was just testing you, giving you another chance as my sister. But you, did you show any

mercy when you raised your hand against me? And you talk about sisterhood?"

Without warning, Clara slapped Zora's face. "Consider this payback for that incident when we were

kids, okay?"

Zora turned her face to one side, her expression pained. She glared at Clara but couldn't find the words

to respond.

Clara then, as if nothing had happened, sat next to Zora, took her arm, and leaned against her. "Ah, I'm

done playing. I'm hungry! Sister, I want food! Mr. And Mrs. Dawson aren't home, we need to treat

ourselves, right?" All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was speechless. What a horrifying pair of sisters, utterly shameless.

After saying this, Clara took Carl from Zora, even kissing him on the cheek. I was heartbroken. How

could they treat my son like a toy, kissing him whenever they pleased.

I put down my phone, unable to watch any longer, and laid back down.

I had to find a way to get rid of these devilish sisters as soon as possible.

When Zora returned, she brought Carl back with her. As I took my son, I asked her, "Why were you

gone so long?"

She smiled apologetically and explained that she was looking for a new place for Clara. I didn't ask

further, it was clear she was lying. Clara wasn't someone Zora could easily get rid of.

I watched Zora as she cooked in the kitchen, her mind seemed elsewhere. She must have gone to

Maddox to settle scores, but looking at her state, she definitely didn't win.

I was secretly pleased. With troubles from both inside and outside, she wouldn't have time to focus

entirely on me.

When I picked up Probert from school, I didn't see Marissa, which was strange.

Probert must have been expecting me. He came out really early, spotted me from far away, and ran to

me, his face brightening up as he took my hand.

I rubbed his head affectionately, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Some of the other parents who recognized him asked, "Probert, who's this?"

He glanced at me before announcing, "My mom!"

His tone was unmistakably triumphant.

On the drive home, I chatted with him non-stop. He answered all my questions quickly.

I was grateful I had decided to bring him home. It was the best decision.

When Clara came home from work, she was alone. I asked her where Jaylan was and she, acting all

sweet, helped me take care of the kids while explaining that there seemed to be some trouble at our

company. Mr. Dawson was extremely busy and she didn't dare to ask when he'd be back.

Just as she was talking, Jaylan called to inform me about some issues with the medical equipment we

sold to the hospital. It was a big problem, he'd be coming home late.

I comforted him and hung up.

I guessed that this must be the issue Logan was talking about, the one that would give Jaylan a

headache.

Jaylan did come back quite late. As soon as he entered the room, his phone wouldn't stop ringing. He

hung up, looking frustrated.

Seeing his state, it seemed like a major catastrophe. He seemed exhausted and asked

absentmindedly, "Are the kids asleep?"

"They've been asleep for a while! They played till very late, and the little one refused to sleep!" I smiled

as I reported, acting like a dutiful wife. I even asked, "Do you want something to eat? I can make you

something!"

He shook his head, tossed his phone on the bathroom cabinet, and went to take a shower.