Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 451

The moment I answered the call, Jessica's furious shouts blasted through the speaker, "Aaliyah Wilburn, what the heck did you take from my mom?"

I scrunched my brows and stretched the phone away, hitting speaker mode and tossing it onto the couch. Then, I lounged back, biting into an apple with a crisp snap, while Jessica ranted like a tempest on the other end.

"What gives you the right to take my mom's stuff? What are you trying to do? I'm telling you, Aaliyah, you better bring it back or this isn't over…"

"Oh yeah? And how's it not gonna be over?" I replied coolly, lounging there, taking another crunchy bite of my apple. "Spell it out for me, I'm all ears!"

"Aaliyah, you damn..." Jessica was practically choking on her rage, cursing up a storm!

I shot back, unfazed, "Look who's talking! Jessica, you've been dipping into my Medsafe Liyah Inc.'s funds, and I haven't even come after you yet. And here you are questioning me. Are you asking for trouble?"

"You're full of it, you... you tramp..."

"Tramp? Seems you're confusing me with someone else. How about I shoot a text to Palmer and we see who the real tramp is?" I quipped with a smirk. "Girl, I've got some juicy details that would make Palmer serve you on a silver platter!"

Silence fell on the other end of the line, and I chuckled at her reaction.

"And another thing, you're a real piece of work, you know? You've been making bank and I haven't even come for my cut. And you have the nerve to come at me? Are you even aware that as a financial director, swiping company cash for yourself, especially a cool thirty million, is serious crime?"

I pressed her hard, then continued, "How about I just call the cops right now, give them a heads-up? You're at the hospital, right? Hang tight, I'll make the call. Won't take more than ten minutes before they come for you!"

"Aaliyah..." Jessica's voice quivered.

"I'm here. Now talk nice, no need for all that yelling."

The line went dead silent again.

I kept munching on my apple, laid-back, and said, "Who told you I took Hazel's stuff? Do you even know what it was? Tell me!"

Then I addressed Jessica again, "Besides, why shouldn’t he get a plot? A bastard's still your family’s blood, right? If the Dawson family doesn't care for their own blood, who will? Surely you wouldn't leave him to rot in the streets. After all, you're his aunt!"

"You shut your mouth, who's his aunt? He's nothing but a bastard! His mom's a whore, sleeping with God knows who. What the hell do you mean our family's blood'? Whose blood in the Dawson family?"

Jessica had no filter on her rage, and I couldn't help but laugh at her bluntness.

Quick as a flash, I retorted, "As to whose kid he really is, asking me won't do you any good. You should be grilling your two brothers; they ought to know, right? Oh... and if they can't figure it out themselves, you should ask the very person who told you about this.

She's the one with the authority here. She's done the DNA tests on your brothers, like, a billion times. Better ask her than me; she knows way more. Think about it. When I was sick, all I did was sleep. But she? She was real cozy with your brother! Let me tell you, Miss Rhylee is your brother's biggest helper, the mastermind behind all the family drama!"

I laid it out, confident in my assumptions. I was sure Zora was right there with Jessica. With Jessica's sour temper, once Zora spilled the beans, she'd be lighting up my phone in no time.

And sure enough, suddenly from the other end of the phone came a sharp 'snap'...