Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 492

At that moment, my terror was beyond words. Imagine how anyone could cope with the fact that, in less than half an hour, three vibrant lives had been snuffed out like candles in the wind. The screen flickered in the darkness, the barking of a dog echoing in the background.

Hannah's voice came through, "Looks like she's on the move, boss. Should we call the cops?"

Ronan pondered for a moment, "Someone will have called it by now!"

He glanced at me and came over, enveloping me in his arms with a gentle whisper, "She won't get far. Don't be scared!"

My body was shivering uncontrollably. The thought of holding my son after what had happened was chilling to the bone.

Suddenly, Hannah exclaimed, "She's actually taking a bath?!"

I quickly wriggled out of Ronan's embrace, curiosity drawing my eyes to the screen.

In the pitch-black night, a sinister figure was splashing water from a rushing river onto herself with relentless vigor!

It took a good twenty minutes before she crossed the river and vanished into the darkness.

A voice from the screen said, "I'm on her trail, I'll report back soon!"

And with that, the screen went dead.

"She must be going for Carl; why else would she clean up like that?" Ronan's voice was firm, "We'll hear about the kid soon. If all goes well, we'll have him back by dawn."

He turned to me, his voice soft, "Try to get some rest, we've got to pick up Carl later."

I was still trembling, too terrified to even think about closing my eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Ronan said, as if reading my mind, his hand gently stroking my back. The warmth from his palm strangely comforted me.

As the sky turned a pale gray, news finally arrived. Ronan immediately answered the call on speakerphone, "Boss, the target is in a nunnery at Emerald Mist Peak. Locals say there's just one old nun there. Both paths up the mountain are blocked!"

Hannah was astonished, "There's a nunnery here? So that's where she was hiding!"

Ronan made another call, summoning Larkin back and arranging a car to take us up the mountain.

He had tried to convince me to wait at the inn for Carl's return. But how could I? After four agonizing days, my son was within reach, and I couldn't bear not to be there to greet him. And with him in the clutches of a murderer, how could I rest easy?

Zora had now truly become a fugitive.

She had shattered my perception of her. If she could kill, sticking needles in my head seemed trivial in comparison.

Ronan repeatedly instructed Larkin and Hannah to ensure my safety, and to bring the child back without harm. This time, it was he who was restless.

It was clear Ronan was worried; after all, he couldn't show his face this time.

So he kept instructing Larkin and Hannah, making sure that both Carl and I would be safe.

Mimicking his usual reassurances to me, I said, "Stop fussing and just wait here for the news! If we wait too long, she could slip away!"

I was already on pins and needles, and as he looked at me meaningfully, I had to suppress a chuckle. It was his turn to taste the anxiety of waiting for news. But the laughter didn't last long.

By the time we reached the nunnery, Zora had fled. It seemed Zora had sensed the gravity of the situation and had not stopped for a moment before taking Carl and running. We hadn't seen a trace of Zora on our way up, and the team on the other path also reported no sign of her.

This was agonizing. The thought of my child, in these wild woods with Zora, off the beaten path where snakes and beasts lurked, filled me with dread.

I was seething with anger at Zora, who was a pure monster. She was dragging my son along on her flight from justice, and there were no words harsh enough to curse her with.

As we searched in desperate anxiety, a message came in - Zora had been spotted climbing towards the summit.

The old nun heard this and slapped her thigh in dismay, "If she goes up there, she's headed for a dead end. There's no way down from that peak, just a sheer cliff drop into the abyss!" Those words made my legs turn to jelly, and I nearly collapsed. My Carl, my poor Carl!