Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 220

With a bellow that could deafen a man, Janice cut off Nettie mid-sentence. "She isn't dead. She's still

alive!" she roared, her voice hoarse with the effort.

Nettie jumped at the sound, her eyes darting to Janice in startled panic. Janice was shaking from head

to toe, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her face deadly pale.

Catherine hurried over, steadying Janice with an arm around her. "Calm down! It isn't worth it. Don’t be Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

mad at this kind of people. Take care!"

Nettie, perhaps realizing she had crossed a line, clamped her mouth shut, her face set in a cold

expression.

Irving, who had been watching the whole scene with detached interest, stepped forward with a smug

smile. "Janice, why are you doing this to yourself? I'm only trying to help and share the burden. Why

are you so resistant?"

His words were like adding fuel to the fire, and I gritted my teeth in frustration by hearing them.

Never had I seen a man so contemptible and low. But Irving continued his performance. "Even if

Janetta were awake, I don't think she would be so cruel. We were once married, after all. Even though

we agreed to part ways, we're still Nettie's parents. We’re still a family. Why are you trying to tear us

apart? It's not good for Nettie. We should make sure she has a happy life."

Irving had a way with words. I must give him that. But anyone with half a brain could see that he was

the one causing the division.

"No need. Just get lost," Janice said coldly.

"It’s not for you to decide!" Nettie retorted, showing no signs of backing down. "I may not have visited

her, but my dad paid for her treatment. You have no right to refuse his arrangements!"

Nettie was infuriating, to say the least. Even as an outsider, I was seething with anger.

"Huh, your dad paid for her treatment? Where did that money come from? Ask your dear father how he

earned it!" Janice pointed a shaking finger at Nettie. "One day you'll realize how outrageous your

behavior is today. Get out! Get the hell out of here..."

Janice was at her breaking point, her lips quivering with suppressed rage.

Nettie opened her mouth to respond, but Gevena had enough of it and interrupted. "Enough!"

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had held my breath, waiting for someone to end this madness.

With a sigh, Gevena turned to Irving and said, "Mr. Bradlee, I know I’m not supposed to interfere, but

today I must.”

Irving had shocked by Gevena’s shout. So, he could only look at Gevena in embarrassment.

Gevena said calmly, “It’s enough for today. Take Nettie and leave. As you can see, Janetta's condition

is uncertain. We can’t tell when she will wake up or if she can wake up. Janice is seven months

pregnant. This tension isn't good for either of them."

I looked up to Irving.

"Besides, if anything happens to Janice, Mr. Bradlee, I’m afraid we can’t afford to answer for the

consequence,” Gevena said meaningfully.

After all, Janice's husband, Baber Forrest, wasn’t an ordinary soldier. He may not be overly involved in

Janice's affairs, but he was known to be very protective of her.

Gevena paused, letting her words sink in. "Mr. Forrest has entrusted me to look after Janice. If anything

were to happen to her, it would be on our heads. So I'm asking you, as a personal favor, to leave. If

Janetta wakes up, you can come back. But for now, the hostility isn't doing anyone any good to the

patient. What do you say?"

Irving’s face turned slightly pale, and he stared at Gevena for long, his mouth twitching.

He remained silent for a while before he cleared his throat and said, "Very well, I'll respect your wishes,

Gevena. I was trying to do more to make up for Janetta. I didn't expect Janice to be so...

uncooperative."

He looked at Janice, his gaze cold and calculating, and thought, "I'll leave for now. But this isn't over."