Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 203

The reason Jaylan hid the child, as Zora suggested, I believe, was to have an ideal scapegoat in Zora once the truth came out.

I've never really believed that Jaylan genuinely cared for Zora.

After all, Zora was our nanny. Even if she was now dismissed, she couldn't get rid of that label. And I suspect that Jaylan's complete trust in Zora stemmed from her unwavering loyalty. Zora was his perfect puppet.

But in the face of imminent danger, Jaylan wouldn’t hesitate for a second to use Zora to his advantage, easily washing his hands clean of everything.

He sure knew how to play his cards, but plans are always outrun by changes. Marissa, that fool, not only couldn't keep cool and called the police but also played the victim publicly.

This put Jaylan on the back foot again. The child became a hot potato he couldn’t get rid of. No wonder he's been indecisive. I guess he's always ready to go all in.

If things couldn't be turned around, he could easily escape without a second thought. After all, the wealth he's transferred was enough for him to squander for generations! I get it, I get it all!

Clara looked at me, tentatively asking, "Mrs. Dawson, you're not really thinking of saving that child, are you?"

"The child is innocent, just like you were when you were young. Do you think you were at fault? It was your father who made the mistake, but Zora took out her anger on you, ruining your life. Is that fair?" I countered her question.

My counter-question worked. Clara was clearly stunned but didn’t respond.

"You were an innocent bystander who suffered from the calamity. What about Evan? He's still so small. He doesn't know anything. His mother has no shame, but is that his fault?"

She smiled silently.

Clara looked at me, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"In other words, between Medsafe Liyah Inc. and my children, the latter is more important to me. As for Medsafe Liyah Inc.… As long as I want to, I can get everything back!" I said calmly, but my heart was in turmoil.

Clara suddenly stood up, saying indifferently, "I should go, "

"Clara!" I called out. After a moment of thought, I said word by word, "You're not like Zora!"

She turned around, looking at me seriously, "Mrs. Dawson, you have a good heart, but that doesn't always lead to good outcomes!" With that, she turned around without hesitation and walked away, leaving without looking back, as if she had found some answer and was relieved.

I slowly stood up pondering over the words she had just left behind. What on earth did she mean?