Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 69

What a coincidence, he showed up just as I did, must have been tipped off. But his timing couldn't be

more perfect!

Jaylan strolled in, eyeing our predicament with a smile. "What's going on here?"

Before I could even speak, his mother took the initiative to play the victim. "It's all Aaliyah's fault. She

didn't even greet us properly, just rushed to take Probert home. Look at her, all sick and wan. How can

she take care of a child? I bet she even struggles to take care of herself."

She blamed me directly, dripping with disdain, ready to kick-start her tirade against me, a stark contrast

to the sweet-faced charm she used when speaking with Marissa.

I simply kept my peace, observing the unfolding drama with a smile.

Hazel cast me a sidelong glance, her lips curling in a sneer. "Look at the way she's dressed. She looks

like a beggar. She doesn't fit the Dawson family image one bit. Can we really trust her with the child?

And besides, he's such a handful. Not like..."

Hazel abruptly cut herself off, casting another glance my way, then at Jaylan. She'd clearly caught

herself before saying something she might regret.

I pressed, "Like what?"

Of course, I knew what she meant. She was implying that the child wasn't as well-behaved as Marissa.

I clenched my fists, my gaze fixated on Jaylan.

Jaylan's eyes tightened slightly before he turned to his mother. "Mother, listen to yourself. Aaliyah has

been sick for so long, but the moment she recovers, she's here to see the kid. She misses him, that's

all. Let her take him, why are you making this such a big deal?"

I kept my easy smile, watching their little performance.

The image of the perfect husband and his heartwarming words moved me to tears.

Even Hazel was taken aback by her son's intentions, her eyes wide in surprise and confusion.

Jaylan then directed at his mother, "Mother, can you help Probert pack a few clothes? We'll take him

home for a few days. If it doesn't work out, we can always bring him back!"

Hazel shot Jaylan a harsh look but before she could say anything, Jaylan stepped forward with a smile

and put his arm around her, "Go on, don't worry. We have a nanny at home. It'll be fine."

Only then did Hazel's features soften, and she turned to head towards the bedroom.

I was certain that Jaylan must have signaled his mother somehow, which was why she went to pack

without any fuss. But the next moment, her call drifted from the room, "Jaylan, can you come here for a

moment?"

Jaylan raised his hands in a shrug, looked at me apologetically. "Just a moment, I'll be right back."

As I watched him disappear into the room, I scoffed under my breath, then turned to little Probert who

had been standing silently by my side. "Don't be scared, mommy will take you home to play with your

little brother, okay?"

Probert looked up at me, some fear apparent in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

I squatted down, meeting his gaze. I gave him a warm smile, gently pinching his little cheek. "Don't you

miss mommy? Mommy misses Probert so much."

His lips twitched, but he remained silent.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"I was sick before and all I could do was sleep. I didn't know that Probert had been sent to grandma's

house. Now that mommy is almost well, I can take you home," I explained softly.

"Will...will my sister come home too?" He finally spoke. I felt a lump in my throat, my eyes welling up. I

nodded vigorously, holding back my tears. "Of course! We all have to be together!"

"Then...will you...will you pick me up from school?" He looked at me, hesitantly.

"Of course, mommy will drop you off and pick you up from school," I couldn't help but kiss his forehead.

I felt an overwhelming urge to be close to him. "Would you like mommy to do that?"

He stared at me for a long time before finally nodding.

Truth be told, I didn't see a hint of mischief in him. He seemed rather melancholic.

Just then, Jaylan emerged, pulling a small suitcase behind him. He addressed Probert, "Son, grab your

backpack!"

Probert finally let go of my hand and ran to pick up his little backpack. He looked up at Jaylan.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that Probert was afraid of Jaylan. He didn't seem very close to him.