Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 195

Today was quite the circus, with one act following another.

I hadn't even managed to get rid of Jaylan and his parents in my house when a police car roared up to my front gate, parking in front of my house with a squeak.

It looked like it had been here before because the way it parked was skillful.

It was none other than Marissa, frantic in her search for her child. She wasn't alone, though. A gaggle of reporters trailed behind her.

What was even stranger was that even though the gate was wide open, she didn't enter. Instead, with her hair spread out around her face, she ran up to the gate and started pounding on it, calling out my name with all her might.

Once the reporters swarmed in, she took her act of desperation to a whole new level. With a dramatic thud, she fell to her knees outside the gate, her cries of "Aaliyah" echoing with heartbreaking misery. "Aaliyah, please let Evan go. He's just a little child. He hasn't seen his mother in days, and he must be scared! Everything is my fault, so if you want to take it out on someone, punish me. I was the one who got greedy, overstepping my boundaries and messing with your stuff..."

I was speechless. Was this her way of asking for her child back? It was clear that she was here to play the victim and provoke me.

Catherine was so furious that she looked like she was about to pop a vein. She was just about to storm out the door when I shouted, "Hold it right there, Catherine! What are you trying to do?" Meanwhile, the old fools of the Dawson family were enjoying every moment of this drama, their faces full of malicious delight as they watched me. They were practically egging Marissa on!

I scoffed and turned to Jaylan. "Jaylan, I feel sorry for you. You married a woman who changed the fate of your family, but not one of them has ever considered things from your perspective." With those words, I sarcastically spoke to Jaylan presently, arching a fire upwards.

"Your parents are constantly leeching off you. Your lover is a traitor, living in your house, driving your car, but carrying another man's child. And at this crucial moment, she's stabbing you in the back. Is she here to humiliate me? No, she's here to drag you down, to ruin you!"

"Jaylan!" I called his name, but my eyes were fixed on Marissa's sobbing figure outside the window. I smirked, "Isn't it clear who she's really trying to protect? You still can't figure it out, can you? What a fool!" Jaylan, of course, got the message and immediately called the police.

By this time, a crowd had gathered outside the gate. Not just reporters, but also residents from the neighborhood. This was entertainment no one wanted to miss!

For some reason, I had a feeling Marissa wasn't just here to play the victim. But what was her real motive?

Marissa was still crying her heart out at the gate, drawing more attention with her dramatic display.

Not annoyed, I took out my phone and scrolled through the news feed. As expected, the whole incident had blown up on social media. The public sentiment was overwhelmingly against me, with calls for me to release the child and demands for the authorities to punish me severely.

Jaylan's phone rang. He answered and listened without speaking, pacing nervously.

I was starting to feel anxious. Was this the moment Jaylan had to make a decision? Was there another force trying to suppress him?

The wail of sirens grew louder as they approached. Marissa's cries seemed to lose some of their intensity.

I raised an eyebrow as Jaylan hurriedly said something to the phone before ending the call.

The crowd outside was getting restless, yelling at me for having the guts to call the police and shouting for me to come out and explain myself.

I was like a turtle in its shell, refusing to show my face no matter how much the crowd outside raged on. I sat calmly in my house, watching Marissa's dramatic performance with a faint smile.

Hazel was incensed by the commotion outside. She glared at me and asked, "Aaliyah, you're truly heartless to have called the police. What do you think you're doing?"

I smiled teasingly and replied, "Weren't you the one who wanted to call the police in the first place? What's the matter? Not in a hurry to find your grandson anymore? Want to keep watching the show?"

She was so infuriated that she pointed a finger at me and yelled, "Aaliyah, don't get too cocky. If anything happens to Evan, I swear I won't let you off the hook!"