Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 190

"Zip it, all of you! Do you even know where we are?" I roared, silencing them instantly.

Only then did they all regain their composure. Jaylan shielded me, ushering me towards a car. I shot

Catherine a knowing glance. She understood at once, tossed a warning at Jaylan to look after me,

hopped in her own vehicle, and zoomed off.

It took Jaylan a considerable amount of effort to dodge the swarm of journalists and get us home.

In the car, I was obsessively scrolling through my phone, blasting the volume. The screen was flooded

with footage of the mob of reporters at the airport, their aggressive inquiries piercing the air.

In all honesty, I hadn't absorbed a single question when they were hurled at me. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, looking at the footage with a clear mind, those questions were brutally direct, each one a blow to

my dignity and reputation.

They reported I was the prime suspect, the puppet master behind the kidnapping. I was the one who

was summoned by the police as a bona fide suspect.

The comments section of these videos was a tumultuous sea of accusations, painting me as a deceitful

villain, a wolf in sheep's clothing. And I even lay a finger on a child. And they said I was trying to prove,

playing the victim, flaunting my love life. Shameless! In a word, both me and Marissa, the other woman,

were to blame.

Intermingled with these clips was footage of Marissa, wailing on her knees, begging for her child’s

return. The sight was heart-wrenching a true tragedy.

Some netizens were shouting across cyberspace, urging me to spare the innocent child and to stop

stirring the pot. But who was really stirring the pot here?

Looking at the well-built men who shielded me in the footage, appearing and disappearing with

discipline, I knew they were Ronan's subordinates. But no one seemed to object to their presence.

Perhaps people assumed they were police escorts.

Jaylan gently took my phone from my hands, comforting me in a soothing voice, "Stop watching this

crap. Don't let it get to you. This will pass."

I turned to look at him, maintaining a steady gaze, "I bet the Dawson family are freaking out because

Evan is missing."

"Allie, I swear. I have no idea how this happened. I'm at my wits' end. Please, believe me." Jaylan

seemed to be in despair, showing a sight I'd never seen before.

Truthfully, I couldn't read him. What was going through his mind now that the child was gone?

"Believe you? Then tell me the truth, Jaylan. Is Evan your child?" I stared into his eyes, demanding an

answer, "I just want the truth."

Jaylan shook his head, a look of utter helplessness on his face. He seemed to be miserable, then his

frustration began to bubble up. His eyes were full of hatred as he stared at me, "Allie, can't you stop

pushing me like this?"

"You're the one that's put me in this position." I snapped back, "I can't hide from this. The police

dragged me from Silverdale City with a single phone call. What position does that put me in?"

I gestured at the phone, "Now, the whole world is pushing me, labeling me as the wicked witch. How

am I supposed to believe you? How am I supposed to save face for you now?"

"All my energy is focused on Medsafe Liyah Inc..."

"Don't bring up Medsafe Liyah Inc., I don't care about your damn company." I spat out, my voice filled

with contempt. It was as if Medsafe Liyah Inc. had lost all value in my eyes. Whether it survives or not, I

couldn't care less.

"All I want is to live a quiet life, okay? Jaylan!"

My words served as a hint to Jaylan; my return to Silverdale City was a sign of bigger things to come. It

was a message that the happenings in Silverdale City were real.

His decision concerning Medsafe Liyah Inc. would need to be accelerated, and that was my true

intention all along.

When we reached the entrance of our estate, we were met with a familiar scene where journalists

camped out, shadowing our every move. The moment our car pulled up, they swarmed us like a horde

of zombies in a horror flick.

We finally made it home, hoping for a moment of peace. But before I could even sit down, catch my

breath, or take a sip of water, Jaylan's mother burst through the door, followed by the seldom-seen

Jaylan’s father, Farley Dawson.

Ah, it seemed they came as a group to confront me.