Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 37

Upon hearing me mention Zora, Catherine chuckled in disbelief, shaking her head in resignation.

She said, "Zora's family background was a real circus. Her father was an alcoholic, often resorting to

domestic violence. The reason for this was that her mother had been involved with a married man

before marrying her father. She was publicly humiliated by the man's wife, who stripped her naked and

left her with a lame leg. This was what drove her into the arms of Zora's father.

After their marriage, her mother seemed to have given up on her life. After all, she had been with a

good-looking man, and now she was stuck with an unattractive alcoholic. She was naturally

despondent."

"She sounds like a real troublemaker," I sneered.

"Absolutely, and she's not the brightest bulb either," Catherine agreed and continued. "The early days

of their marriage were bearable as her husband treated her well, but her own actions soon wore his

patience thin. After another provocation, he beat her mercilessly.

Once domestic violence starts, it doesn't stop. Even when she was pregnant with Zora, she wasn't

spared. Zora grew up in such a household." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Well, she certainly doesn't deserve any pity, following in her mother's footsteps without remorse," I

sighed. "Looks like she's lucky to have met me!"

Catherine couldn't help but laugh, "You've hit the nail on the head. She has a knack for trouble. She

dropped out of school and left home at 17, and she had been working as a housekeeper, always

aiming to marry rich. Once, she was caught seducing her employer and was beaten before she ended

up in Goldenvale Town. She has quite a history in that respect!"

"No wonder she's been working at my place for eight years. She's been waiting for her big break," I

laughed sarcastically. "No wonder she couldn't wait for me to die, drugging me is one thing, but she

even tried to hurt me in secret!"

Catherine looked puzzled, "Hurt you in secret?"

I pointed to the painful spot on my head for Catherine to inspect. "This is the evidence of her

clandestine abuse!"

When Catherine leaned in to take a closer look, her eyes instantly flared with anger, "Damn, Aaliyah,

why didn't you say anything sooner? This woman... No, we need to call the police, have her arrested!"

After taking a photo of my head with her phone, she showed me the image.

The picture showed a bruised and battered scalp, littered with puncture wounds. Even I was taken

aback by how severe it looked. It was clear I had been in a deep sleep at the time.

"Aaliyah, what are you waiting for? Have her arrested, let her rot in jail!" Catherine hugged my head,

sobbing, "My dear Allie, how could this happen to you? How could this be!"

After a while, I slowly straightened up, tucked my hair and looked at Catherine, saying calmly, "What

good would arresting her do? Prison is too comfortable for her. After a few years, she'll be out and able

to start over. That's too easy. She should taste what her mother had to endure, experience what it feels

like to wish for death."

Catherine instantly understood my meaning. She grabbed my hands, squeezing them tightly, "Count

me in, I'll help you! You're right, she needs to learn what it truly means to wish for death."

"Great, then first you can help me with something!" I looked at her expectantly.

"Tell me! Whatever it is, if it helps you get your revenge, I'm all in!"

I pulled Catherine in close and whispered my plan into her ear. The more Catherine listened, the more

excited she became. Slapping her chest, she said, "Deal, let's do this!"

We added a few more details to the plan and left the café, satisfied. As we were about to leave, we saw

two people exiting a bank across the street.

I quickly pulled Catherine back into the café and pointed them out to her.