Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 115

Both of them had to go, not a single exception. These two sisters were nothing but trouble and I was determined to clear my house of all its filth, Jaylan included.

Clara came back quicker than anticipated, clearly blindsided by the news of her eviction.

She looked at the badly injured Zora, probably piecing things together, then turned to me and whispered, "Madam, could you please give us a break? Let me take my sister to a clinic first, we'll come back for our stuff later."

I read her like a book. She was playing for time. I glanced at Jaylan, curious to see how he would react. And there was something else. I still hadn't found the drug Zora had been hiding, a potential future problem. I needed time to find it.

As expected, Jaylan didn't disappoint. He said in a calm yet firm tone, "Don't try to play any games here. There's no room for negotiation."

His words were harsh, but he was clearly communicating something to Clara through his gaze.

"Alright! We just need to find temporary accommodations. We'll leave as soon as possible. I know my sister must have done something unforgivable to deserve this. I'm truly sorry, madam!" Clara looked at me with pleading eyes.

I remained indifferent, offering no compromise, seated on the couch. Clara helped Zora up and left, the latter seemingly in real pain. Once they were gone, Jaylan mentioned he had to rush back to the office to handle some urgent matters and quickly took off.

I knew better. What office work? He was just going to clean up the mess.

I couldn't just sit idle either. Once they all left, I started rummaging through the kitchen again, but to no avail.

Just then, the new housekeeper I had called earlier arrived. I put her straight to work, instructing her to thoroughly clean the kitchen, discarding everything that had liquid in it and replacing it with new items.

Something was off. I quickly opened the bottle, waved it under my nose, but there was no scent.

“It's a slow poison that's tasteless and odorless.” Suddenly, this word sprang to mind. A chill ran down my spine. The liquid in this bottle must be what I was looking for. I felt a surge of joy. Zora was cunning enough to hide it in a perfume bottle, casually placed among other cosmetics. No wonder I hadn't been able to find it.

I held the bottle, thinking for a while before swiftly going back to my room. I dumped my expensive perfume, cleaned the bottle, and poured the suspicious liquid into it. Then I filled Zora's bottle with an equal amount of water and put it back among the other cosmetics. Even if she realized I had switched the bottles later, I believed she would have been kicked out of my house by then.

After setting everything up, I collapsed onto my bed, panting. I called Catherine, asking her to take the liquids for testing.

Finally, I felt at ease. But before I could catch my breath, Helga came knocking, informing me that Clara had returned.