Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 190

"Zip it, all of you! Do you even know where we are?" I roared, silencing them instantly.

Only then did they all regain their composure. Jaylan shielded me, ushering me towards a car. I shot Catherine a knowing glance. She understood at once, tossed a warning at Jaylan to look after me, hopped in her own vehicle, and zoomed off.

It took Jaylan a considerable amount of effort to dodge the swarm of journalists and get us home.

In the car, I was obsessively scrolling through my phone, blasting the volume. The screen was flooded with footage of the mob of reporters at the airport, their aggressive inquiries piercing the air.

In all honesty, I hadn't absorbed a single question when they were hurled at me.

Now, looking at the footage with a clear mind, those questions were brutally direct, each one a blow to my dignity and reputation.

They reported I was the prime suspect, the puppet master behind the kidnapping. I was the one who was summoned by the police as a bona fide suspect.

The comments section of these videos was a tumultuous sea of accusations, painting me as a deceitful villain, a wolf in sheep's clothing. And I even lay a finger on a child. And they said I was trying to prove, playing the victim, flaunting my love life. Shameless! In a word, both me and Marissa, the other woman, were to blame.

Intermingled with these clips was footage of Marissa, wailing on her knees, begging for her child’s return. The sight was heart-wrenching a true tragedy.

Some netizens were shouting across cyberspace, urging me to spare the innocent child and to stop stirring the pot. But who was really stirring the pot here?

Looking at the well-built men who shielded me in the footage, appearing and disappearing with discipline, I knew they were Ronan's subordinates. But no one seemed to object to their presence. Perhaps people assumed they were police escorts.

Jaylan gently took my phone from my hands, comforting me in a soothing voice, "Stop watching this crap. Don't let it get to you. This will pass."

I turned to look at him, maintaining a steady gaze, "I bet the Dawson family are freaking out because Evan is missing."

"All I want is to live a quiet life, okay? Jaylan!"

My words served as a hint to Jaylan; my return to Silverdale City was a sign of bigger things to come. It was a message that the happenings in Silverdale City were real.

His decision concerning Medsafe Liyah Inc. would need to be accelerated, and that was my true intention all along.

When we reached the entrance of our estate, we were met with a familiar scene where journalists camped out, shadowing our every move. The moment our car pulled up, they swarmed us like a horde of zombies in a horror flick.

We finally made it home, hoping for a moment of peace. But before I could even sit down, catch my breath, or take a sip of water, Jaylan's mother burst through the door, followed by the seldom-seen Jaylan’s father, Farley Dawson.

Ah, it seemed they came as a group to confront me.