Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 497

I grabbed the nurse as she hurried past, my voice laced with urgency, "You're saying the kid inside has Type B blood?"

"Yes!" She glanced at me with certainty, then spun on her heel and dashed back into the ER.

I stood there, thunderstruck.

Type B? I'm Type A, and Jaylan's Type O. How on earth could the kid be Type B?

Slowly, my gaze shifted to Jaylan, who had overheard my question to the nurse and was now avoiding my eyes.

"Jaylan!" I bellowed, my roar echoing through the hall, drawing stares from everyone.

I lunged at him, grabbed his shirt collar, and with wild eyes, demanded, "Tell me... whose child is that?"

The question stunned everyone into silence, even Hannah, who had been keeping a wary eye on Jaylan. My rage was palpable as I bore into Jaylan's eyes, "Where is my child?" "How should I know!" he retorted, prying my hands off and pushing me away.

Then Hannah swiftly kicked him out.

Hearing his words, despair overwhelmed me and my vision blurred. When I came to, Ronan's eyes met mine. I just stared back silently, unable to speak.

Finally, he smiled softly, his voice gentle, "You're awake?"

"Where's Jaylan?" I asked, emotionless.

"The cops took him in for questioning."

"I want to see him!" My tone was resolute.

As I struggled to sit up, Ronan gently pressed me back down. "Easy, the police will get the answers you're looking for."

Tears streamed down my face as I clutched at Ronan, "Ronan, please help me find my child. I have to find him!"

"Don't worry, we'll find him. Logan's already on it," he reassured me.

Something in his words caught my attention.

"He's already looking for my son?" I asked, suspicion coloring my voice. "You knew Carl wasn't my son?"

"When you told me about Zora's obsession with Carl, I started to suspect," Ronan admitted, not hiding anything. "So I asked Logan to dig deeper."

"So this child belongs to Zora. But where's mine? My Carl?" I cried in despair. All these years, I had been looking after Zora and Jaylan's child, but where was my son?

"Ronan, I've been so wrong for so many years!" I sobbed, my heart breaking, "No wonder Zora was so devoted to this child. No wonder they wouldn't let me near when he was sick. No wonder her phone was full of his pictures. No wonder she taunted me, time and again..."

I grabbed Ronan's arm, "Jaylan knows. He definitely knows where my child is. Ask him, they must have hidden my child somewhere."

He nodded firmly.

"This is all too terrifying," I murmured, curling into myself, pondering the scenes that played out since I had woken up. It never crossed my mind that Zora would switch out my child.

She was a devil, her malevolence far beyond what I could have imagined.

Now I understood what Clara meant to say before she died; Zora had switched my child.

Zora had plotted to such extremes; not only seducing my man but swapping her child for mine, raising hers under my care. She had been so brazen.

I clutched my head, letting out a wail of anguish.

Ronan quickly enveloped me in his arms, comforting, "Stop thinking about it. We will find your child."

"But where is he? He's not with his mother, he's..." The thought was too horrifying to complete. My heart ached unbearably, "I feel so helpless!"

Grasping Ronan, I pressed, "What about Zora? Have you found her? I need to know where she hid my child."

"We found her, but... she's dead."

"Dead?" I gasped, "How could she die? How could she be dead..."

My despair turned into sobs, and Ronan held me tight, my body collapsing against his chest as I murmured, "Find my child. I have to find him."

"Don't worry. I promise I'll bring him back to you," Ronan pledged solemnly.

Just then, Hannah briskly entered, she reported, "Carl's awake!"