Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 498

I lifted my head from Ronan's embrace, my eyes brimming with tears as I gazed at him, lost in a daze.

It took me a moment to find my voice, thick with emotion, "I have to go see him!"

Hannah looked at Ronan, then at me as I struggled to get out of bed. She rushed to my side, "Allie, you

need to rest more!"

"I have to see him!" My heart was heavy with the thought of Zora's child, the very reason I was torn This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

from my own son, Carl.

If not for him, how could I ever have been separated from my own flesh and blood?

I remember so vividly when Carl was born. The doctor had shown him to me, chuckling, "What a

handsome boy, weighing 7 pounds and 4 ounces. Listen to him cry; so strong, so full of life!"

But when did this child take Carl's place by my side? Where was my son?

No wonder everyone says he doesn't resemble me. He doesn't look anything like my children!

Stubbornly, I got out of bed, feeling as light as if I were walking on clouds, my head heavy and my feet

barely touching the ground.

Hannah supported me as we went to Carl's intensive care unit. He was fussing, his cries soft, like a

kitten's.

I approached, and he immediately saw me, bursting into louder sobs and crying out, "Mommy!"

That single word tore at my heart. I bent down, studying his face through my tears. The more I looked,

the more he resembled Zora. And yet, he called me "mommy," but I was not his mother.

"Mommy! Mommy... baby's scared!" His cries were so pitiful.

He said he was scared, but was my son scared without me by his side? While the impostor child played

and laughed in my arms, what was happening to my own? Did he have someone to coddle and comfort

him?

I couldn't bear to think any longer and turned to leave. But the moment Carl saw me move, he began to

wail, struggling against the restraints, "Mommy, mommy, I need mommy! Mommy, don't go..."

Completely overwhelmed, I collapsed to my knees, my head thrown back in anguish, "What should I

do, my son? Where are you?"

Meanwhile, Carl continued to cry, "Mommy, I’m a good boy, don't leave me... I'll stop crying! Mommy..."

He cried while reaching out to me, his little hand stretching out desperately.

I couldn't resist turning back to him. Seeing him struggling to sit up, the nurses unable to hold him back,

his eyes filled with such sorrow, crying as if his little heart would break.

My heart softened, and I rushed to him, soothing him. He clutched my hand tightly with his good one,

afraid I would leave him again, his face wet with tears and snot.

I leaned in close, my tears mingling with his.

His injured arm was swollen and bound to his body to prevent movement, and it seemed like half of his

little form was swollen as well.

I felt painful too, after all, he called me "mommy." I cuddled him, "No more crying... my... child...

Mommy's here."

Calling him "my child" wrenched my heart, but what else could I do? He was just a child; what had he

done to deserve this suffering? And in his heart, I was his mommy.

I remembered the scene on the cliff, him hitting Zora, calling her 'bad' and crying for 'mommy.'

Sure enough, he slowly stopped wailing, his sobs turning to sniffles as he licked his wet lips.

I reached for a tissue that Hannah handed me and wiped his face clean.

His little eyes stayed glued to my face, full of fear that I might leave again, his gaze pitiful.

"Mommy... I’m a good boy," he hiccuped, waving his little hand, "Won't... won't cry!" New chаpter

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But where was my child? Was he happy and well?

The thought of his circumstances was unbearable; could he too find someone kind-hearted to look after

him?