Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 335

I could tell by their weary faces that neither of them was innocent. So I pressed on, “You've been complicit in this whole charade, showing up on my doorstep demanding Evan? Where was your precious grandson hiding at first? Don’t tell me you didn’t know. You were part of the problem, accomplices to the crime.

Marissa’s gone, and you think that snuffs out the truth about the scandal surrounding her and your sons, right? But now Evan’s gone too, and suddenly the Dawson clan is innocent?”

My words were sharp and unrelenting.

Hazel bristled with rage, “Don’t spout such nonsense. That woman and her bastard child had nothing to do with the Dawsons!”

Hannah and I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. Hannah twirled on the spot and pointed at Hazel, “Oh my, what’s coming out of your mouth? Now that they’re dead, you disown them? They’re watching you, you know!”

With a mocking gesture, Hannah pointed to the heavens, “See, they’re looking down on you right now!”

Hazel glanced up instinctively, her face turning ghostly pale.

“Marissa was like a daughter to you, wasn’t she? You picked up Evan together, went shopping, showed up arm-in-arm at the galas... playing the perfect mother-in-law behind closed doors. You sure have a short memory, ma’am!”

I couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire, “Your Evan was the golden boy, wasn’t he? So much so that you relentlessly undermined my Probert, almost driving him to depression. Oh, what’s that? You are denying it because they’re dead? You think there’ll be no evidence? Think again. The police will do a thorough DNA test, and the truth will out! When that happens, the Dawson family will be making headlines again!”

“Aaliyah, I didn’t think you could be so venomous…”

“The word ‘venomous’ suits only the Dawson family. If you hadn’t taken the child away, how could he have died? It was you, you killed your beloved grandchild! Evan is gone from this world, and with him, all your hopes are dashed!”

Standing up, I looked down at Hazel with scorn, “If you’re so eager to know how Evan died, better ask your dear son, Jerome. He knows the truth!”

Farley and Hazel were taken aback.

Turning to Hannah, I whispered, “Let’s go.”

“Explain. Now!” Hazel demanded, gripping Hannah’s arm.

Hannah’s face darkened, and she hissed, “Let go! Your eldest son watched your beloved grandson die. Surprise!”

Hazel looked as if she’d been struck by lightning, petrified on the spot, her face losing its luster.

I scoffed inwardly, thinking this was just the beginning. The unworthy don’t deserve the blessings of this place. For now, they could stay, but soon, they wouldn’t have a tenement to call home.

An early grave might not be such a bad thing. The Dawsons paid for Marissa’s burial. Who knows if they’ll even have a grave to call their own? Just wait and see.

“Hannah, let’s go!” I called out once more.

Hannah yanked her arm away, and Hazel stumbled, watching us leave without a backward glance.