Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 321

Pondering the situation, I decided to probe a little. "Oh... last time I saw you at the hospital, you mentioned a stomach-ache. Feeling any better?"

She glanced at me, and I continued with a calm voice, "You've got to take care of yourself, you know. Can't be neglecting your health, especially with your girl depending on you!" I made myself sound thoughtful.

She nodded at me. "Much better, thank you. Sometimes, I just miss meals, and that upsets my stomach. That day, I was just picking up test results. It was gastritis, but nothing serious." She repeated herself, almost as if she needed to confirm she was indeed there for test results.

However, I had my doubts. I had seen her at the gastroenterology department and couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her story.

Nonchalantly, I told Camilla, "Next time you need anything, just give me a ring. I'm not in the best of health myself, can't work, so I'm free most of the time. Whether it's picking something up for you or watching the kids, I can do that.

I mean, regardless of what Jerome thinks, I'm different from him. We should stick together, keep each other warm. Truth be told, here in Goldenvale Town, I don't have any other kin. We're closer than strangers, after all."

My words were as sincere as they were comforting. Deep down, I truly felt for Camilla.

She immediately nodded in gratitude. "You've been the one looking after us. What have I ever done for you?"

"Well, this isn't right, he's always away, not caring for you and your daughter. Haven't you thought about divorce?" I blurted out, figuring there was no point beating around the bush.

Camilla fell silent for a moment, then gave a wry smile. "I never considered it, because it doesn't seem to make much difference. Better to keep things as they are. He's still Fidelia's father. He steps in when absolutely necessary. If we divorced, he'd be completely out of the picture."

Her honesty struck a chord. From her perspective, it was her powerless way of holding on to Jerome, definitely food for thought.

I pressed on, "So, if you call him, he comes back?"

She laughed a bit. "I suppose! I've never actually called."

Fidelia and Hannah seemed to be getting along well, not coming out of their room at all. This house's structure is unique, with rooms tucked away out of sight from the living area.

I sighed. "You're far too tolerant, putting up with so much from him. I couldn't do it. I'd have to know where he's been if he didn't come home."

"Hasn't your husband done the same?" Camilla inquired, looking at me.

"Not before I got sick. After... who knows? That's why there was such a commotion a while back, and why I moved back to my parents' place!"

"That's nice, having a family home to return to. Besides, your folks are well-off!" she complimented. "You have a strong support."

I was puzzled. How did she know about my family's status? The gossip swirling through town about the Dawson brothers was hard to miss. How could she be unaware?

Just then, my phone rang. I quickly rummaged through my purse, found my phone, and saw it was Dalton calling.

My heart skipped a beat. I answered immediately, Dalton's voice, slightly hoarse, came through. "Ms. Wilburn, we've found the child's remains. Would you like to come and see?" Upon hearing Dalton's words, I quickly replied, "Of course. When can I come by?"

Dalton paused to think. "You can come by this afternoon. Just give me a call beforehand."

"Alright, I'll be there this afternoon."

Ending the call, Hannah emerged from the room, locking eyes with me. I understood the unspoken message in her glance.