Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 339

Out of curiosity, I asked, "What's going on?"

Hannah raised her eyebrows and replied, "Hold on!"

Her slender fingers danced across the screen, clearly tapping out a message. Once she was done, she turned to me, giggling, and asked, "So, what's Jaylan up to now?"

Eager for the scoop, I pressed, "Come on, spill it. What's he going to do?"

"Turns out he's off to pay his respects!" Hannah said, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Pay his respects?" I repeated, surprised.

"Yeah, and he's dragging along the two old Dawsons with him! He picked up a bunch of offerings and headed out to the west end of town," she laughed exaggeratedly. "Let's see where they end up. Maybe we'll get them to do a livestream!"

It then dawned on me that Hannah's people were always on Jaylan's tail, so catching wind of his antics was all too normal.

With glee, Hannah added, "Seems like the old Dawson couple are really torn up about Evan’s death!"

I snorted contemptuously, "A leopard can't change its spots. They might be grieving, but they still don't know how to act right!"

"Jaylan's guilty conscience is showing; otherwise, he wouldn't be putting on such a show today," Hannah said between chuckles. "Aaliyah, seriously, seeing him slumped by the wall looking all defeated, I just couldn't take him seriously!"

"So, he's trying to ease his guilt with this memorial thing today," I snorted again.

"If only Evan could really haunt them, that'd scare the daylights out of them!" Hannah said fiercely.

We both laughed, not expecting that our wish would soon come true.

About half an hour later, the person watching them sent a video link. Hannah instantly clicked on it, a devilish grin on her face as she leaned in close, "Aaliyah, you've got to see this. This is their live broadcast from the memorial site!"

At her words, I quickly sat up and scooted closer to her.

She handed me her phone, saying, "I'm going to grab a stand."

She dashed back to her room and returned in a flash with a mobile phone stand.

Placing the phone on the stand and setting it on the coffee table, we sat side by side, watching the live broadcast.

Farley put a bouquet of flowers on the ground.

The camera was a bit far, so I had to zoom in to get a clearer view.

It seemed the person filming was at a distance, likely from inside a car, but the angle was quite good.

Before long, the video showed the flickering flames, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the three figures. They must have gotten cold.

I zoomed in again to see Hazel, who had been standing stiffly to the side, while Farley added a wooden stick to the fire, helping the flames.

Jaylan kept adding more sticks to the fire, seemingly muttering something under his breath.

Sparks scattered ominously around.

Hazel stood by the fire with a troubled expression. Jaylan appeared to say something to her, and reluctantly, she crouched down, grabbed a stick and tossed it into the flames. The fire, as if sentient, devoured the stick in an instant, blazing up fiercely.

But suddenly, Evan's photo inexplicably fell over, and that's when something truly horrifying happened...