Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 34

Jaylan's expression visibly stiffened for a moment, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a forced smile. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"No one can take your place! Oh, come on, don't be mad. Carl is sick, don't scare him. You'll be the one

heartbroken in the end!"

His words were true. I held back and shifted my gaze to Carl's tear-streaked face, gently patting his

back.

I heard a faint noise from the doorway. I was sure Zora was eavesdropping, so I deliberately said,

"Seems like I've been ill for too long! My poor health always seems to be the topic of conversation!"

Jaylan didn't respond, feeding Carl a few sips of water to cover up his guilt.

Only then did I hear the quiet footsteps of someone leaving.

Soon, Carl fell asleep in my arms. I gently laid him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and

watched him for a while, feeling a pang of sorrow.

Jaylan wrapped an arm around my shoulders, asking with a smirk, "Tired, aren't you? You should get

some rest. If you want to take care of Carl, you have to be in good shape, right?"

Without even looking at him, I got up and went to my room. I was truly exhausted and couldn't stand to

entertain him any longer. He disgusted me.

It seemed I couldn't let them lead me by the nose anymore.

They really thought of me as someone weak.

Jaylan followed me into my room, and I coldly told him, "I'm tired. I want to sleep. No noise!"

After I said that, I turned my back to him and lay down.

"Alright, sleep for a while. I'll wake you when dinner is ready!" After that, I heard him leave and close

the door behind him.

Without finding that drug, I was in a bit more danger. It seemed Zora was getting impatient.

Sure enough, that night, while I pretended to be sound asleep, I faintly heard voices.

I listened carefully. It was Jaylan and Zora arguing, their voices more heated than usual.

I quietly got off the bed, pressed my ear against the door, but couldn't hear clearly. Then, I plucked up

the courage to open the door. The voices were coming from downstairs.

Zora's voice was clearly displeased, "How can you blame me like that? And why did you stop her

medication? Don't tell me you can't bear to part with her?"

"Zora, you should know who you're speaking to!" Jaylan was clearly furious. "It's not your place to

dictate my actions!"

"You're feeling sorry for her now? Why did you even start this, why..."

Before Zora could finish, there was a scream, followed by Jaylan's angry voice, "Who the hell gave you

the nerve to speak to me like that? Huh? Are you looking for trouble? Do you truly believe I wouldn't

harm you?"

I tiptoed forward a few steps, wanting to see what was going on, but all I heard was Zora's strangled

cries. It sounded like someone was choking her.

"Zora, do you really think I don't know what you've done to her? Huh? You think I don't know about the

needle? You wanna know why I stopped the medication? She has already noticed the injury on her

head, you dare to ruin my plans and then ask me why?" Jaylan's voice was chilling.

"...Ah... let..." I peeked downstairs and quickly withdrew. I saw Zora being choked by Jaylan on the

couch, her legs thrashing about, her face turning red.

"Do you think you can blackmail me with the child? I can make you disappear completely, wanna try

me?" Jaylan growled ominously. "Listen well, Zora. Only I can decide Aaliyah's fate. If you dare to show

any sign of rebellion in front of her, I will make sure you die in front of her!"

I shivered. It was indeed Jaylan who had hurt me, and he intended to kill me. Zora was merely his

accomplice.

Soon after, I heard a thud, followed by Zora's violent coughing.

Jaylan continued in a low growl, "Keep that thing safe. Stop everything. Without my orders, you will

behave and do your... nanny job."

He emphasized the word 'nanny' with evident contempt.

Zora, coughing heavily, managed to say, "Jaylan... in your eyes... I've always been just a nanny,

haven't I?"

Suddenly, Jaylan's laughter echoed from downstairs. Then, he asked Zora, "What do you think?...

Hahaha, do you think you can surpass Aaliyah in any way? Oh... right, ..."

His voice paused, then continued in a wicked tone, "…your blow job, indeed it's better than hers. I quite

like it!"