Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 501

I had spent a full week in the quaint little city, waiting for Carl's wounds to heal before we could fly back

to Goldenvale Town.

As soon as we stepped out of the airport, there was Catherine waiting to pick us up.

Her eyes immediately fell on Carl's still bandaged arm, a look of concern washing over her face. She

reached out to him, "Let me get a big hug for you, sweetie. How about it?"

Carl's head shook like a bobblehead as he burrowed into my shoulder, "I want Mommy!"

Ever since the injury, Carl had become clingy and quiet, sticking to me like glue.

We all piled into the car, and in a hushed tone, Catherine asked me, "Is Zora really..."

I glanced at Carl snuggled in my arms and gave her a look that said 'not now'. Carl these days was too

perceptive, and I didn't want to upset him further.

Catherine clamped her lips shut.

The Rhylee family tragedy had rocked the little mountain village overnight. Their neighbors had heard

the commotion that night, and when Zora Rhylee fled, villagers had curiously ventured into the Rhylee

home—only to run out screaming, their terror awakening the entire village.

Of course, the police were called. As we cornered Zora up on the mountain, the police swarmed the

place down below. After all, a triple homicide committed by one's own daughter sent shockwaves

through the county and beyond.

Soon after, word spread that the perpetrator had been shot dead.

Ronan Stewart had squashed all the news, especially the part about Zora's child swap, to avoid any

trouble and indirectly protect Carl and me from criticism.

Jerome's men had suffered — two dead, one critically injured. Ronan had deliberately let the survivor

go.

In truth, not many knew Carl wasn't my child.

Rumors said Jaylan had been detained for a few days before being released. With Zora gone and no

solid evidence, they couldn't hold him long. Plus, Medsafe Liyah Inc. had been working overtime to

conclude the handover set for Monday.

As for me, my joy was overshadowed by thoughts of my actual son.

Since finding out, I had been plagued by insomnia, haunted by visions of a little boy crying out for his

mother in my sleepless nights.

Meanwhile, Logan was tirelessly searching for clues. He had combed through the hospital records

where I'd given birth to Carl — everything was in order from birth to discharge.

Yet how Zora did it at home remained a mystery, with no trace on any surveillance.

Logan, however, had dug up the private clinic where Zora gave birth.

It was quite a decent place, and Zora had been admitted three months before me, meaning my own Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

child was three months younger than Carl.

This revelation tore at my heart. My baby was smaller, younger by three months. Zora and Jaylan had

been together even before I was pregnant with Carl.

My hatred for Jaylan grew, and I vowed not to let that scumbag off easy.

And Jerome, regardless of the blood ties, showed no mercy toward Carl. He was still so young, yet

Jerome's men had shot him without hesitation.

His rage boiled over as he confronted me, "Aaliyah, after all these years, why do this to me?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his fury, "When you repeatedly tried to kill me, did you ever think of our 'all

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As for the shareholders, they submitted evidence of Jessica's thirty million swindle to the court.

Before the ceremony could conclude, the siblings were taken away by the police.