Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) -
Chapter 152
I gave a slight nod as a form of greeting.
Jaylan addressed me again, "Allie, you should head back."
It was clear they had something to discuss among themselves.
"How can I leave when I don't even know what's going on?" I stubbornly insisted.
Jerome, with a light chuckle, chimed in, "Aaliyah, the whole family is here. You should go pick up the kids. You can trust us to take care of everything here. This is a hospital, and in times of pandemic, it's not good for you to stay here for long. Taking care of the kids is the top priority."
I glanced around the Dawsons, not a soul missing. "Seems like I am the only outsider here."
Without further ado, I grabbed my bag and made my way to the exit.
Jessica, with a hint of insincerity, walked me to the door. "Take care, Allie. I'll be here tomorrow, so you won't have to come. You need to rest."
"Thank you, then," I replied without turning my head, and left the hospital.
Once I was in my car, I tried to piece things together, then dialed Clara. She answered instantly. "Did Zora send that video?" I asked.
"I don't think so. Jaylan hasn't been to our place these past few days," Clara assured me, "But Zora has the video now. As far as I know her, she wouldn't hesitate to use it."
"Try to convince Zora to find a chance to show it to Jaylan. Make sure Zora will have what she wanted this time," I advised, "And prepare yourself. Jaylan will want to know where the video came from once something happens."
"Don't worry, Allie! I've got a story ready. The timing is just right," Clara confidently replied.
After a few more words, I hung up and drove away from the hospital. I called Logan to update him on Jaylan's situation. To my surprise, he already knew.
"You already knew it?" I asked.
Instead of answering, he hung up and sent me a link.
I quickly parked the car in a safe spot and clicked on the link. It was an audio recording filled with Hazel's cries and curses, Farley's low grumbling, and Jaylan's furious shout, "Enough! Shut the hell up! It can't be happening! It just can't!"
"Call Jerome, Jessica. Call him now," Hazel's voice echoed.
The recording continued, capturing Jessica's call to Jerome and her confession. "I messed up. I called Aaliyah!"
"Why would you call her?" Hazel yelled.
The recording played on, all the way until Jerome arrived and I was escorted out.
I immediately realized that this recording was the result of Logan planting something in Jaylan's bag that night.
Jerome's harsh voice came through, "Everybody calm down. Keep this under wraps, especially from Aaliyah. Jaylan, think about it, where could you have possibly caught this venereal disease? I've always warned you to be careful."
"I haven't been messing around lately," Jaylan retorted.
"You?... Hmph," Jerome sneered, "Think hard. Find the source of this problem and see if there's more to it. Figure out if someone who's behind her."
Hearing it, I got nervous. Jerome never let his guard down. I quickly ended the recording and dialed Catherine. She took a while to answer the phone, and I asked anxiously, "Catherine, has the woman you arranged for Jaylan left?"
"You mean the one with venereal disease?" she asked, "Don't worry. She left Goldenvale Town a long time ago. Why did you ask about that?"
"Jaylan tested positive. The Dawson family is now in a frenzy at the hospital. Jerome is likely to cause trouble."
After briefing Catherine, I called Logan back to discuss my plan, focusing on the footage of Marissa with that toy boy from the mall. Logan pondered for a moment then said, "I'll handle it."
With his assurance, I felt a lot better.
When I got home, Logan provided me with a perfect excuse, which I promptly shared with Clara.
Later that night, Clara called me secretly, saying that Jaylan had been to their place and had taken blood samples from both of them for no reason.
Of course, I knew why. It seemed the Dawson family had started their investigation.
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