Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 443

As I stood my ground, Zora began to unravel. I was certain that before her arrival, Jaylan had strictly instructed her to keep Hazel’s illness a secret from me.

Now that I was adamant about visiting Hazel, Zora was overcome with panic; this was sure to displease Jaylan. She desperately tried to stop me, but Hannah, with her phone out and recording, teased Zora with a smirk, "I'll upload this video right away if you try to stop us. How about 'Dismissed Nanny Caught in Hospital Obstructing Legal Wife from Visiting Sick Mother-in-law'? Guess who'll be the talk of the town?"

Fuming, Zora stomped her foot, stuttering without managing to complete her sentence. Unable to prevent us from entering, she panicked and dialed out on her phone.

I couldn't care less about whom she was calling; I marched straight toward Hazel’s ward.

Upon entering, the first sight that hit me was Hazel, lying on the bed like a lifeless figure. Her once plump figure was now worryingly gaunt, and everything from her chest down, along with her arms, was wrapped in bandages.

Half-lying on the couch was Farley, whose snores were audible from the doorway.

Startled by the sound of footsteps, he blinked open his drowsy eyes, taking a moment to recognize me as I approached.

I had already reached the bedside. Hazel must have been dozing off before I came in; she now opened her eyes listlessly.

Only up close did I notice the bandages dotted with spots of yellowish fluid, indicating her condition was still quite serious.

When our eyes met, her pupils instinctively contracted, and her expression tensed with alarm as she gazed at me.

I offered a gentle smile, greeting, "Hazel!"

Hearing my voice, Hazel stared blankly for a moment, her gaze then shifting warily to the phone in Hannah’s hand.

Honestly, if she weren't Hazel, I'd actually pity her. In just a couple of weeks, she had withered away, her eyes hollowed, stripped of her former domineering aura.

By now, Farley had fully woken up and charged at me, "You bitch, what are you doing here? Get out!"

Hannah immediately turned her phone’s camera towards his contorted face, capturing his ugly expression.

"What are you doing? Put that down... Put it down!” Farley shouted, neck outstretched towards Hannah, but he dared not come any closer; he knew what Hannah was capable of.

"Help me... for Evan..." Hazel closed her eyes, creases wet with tears.

"Evan?" I probed further.

She opened her eyes, looking at me with an unclear intent. I nodded and smiled gently, "What do you want to do for him?"

After scrutinizing me for a moment, she finally spoke, "...Help me get him... a grave."

I nodded without hesitation, "Alright."

She visibly relaxed, the light in her eyes softening in a way I had never seen before. Her lips curved into what must have been a smile.

Then, she struggled to lift her hand, failing to raise it and resigned to speak again, "...Pillow!"

I paused, then reached under her pillow, feeling a hard object. I pulled it out.