Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 561

To be honest, my stomach did a nervous flip when I heard Fidelia's answer.

"It was Monique who told me," Fidelia said with a serious look on her face.

"What exactly did she say to you? Did she look upset?" My heart raced. I hadn't even had the chance to break the news to them, and she was already in the know.

I felt like I was losing control of the situation. After all, my kids were sharp as tacks and slippery as eels.

Fidelia's gaze was uncertain as she shook her head, "She said you and Uncle Jaylan got a divorce. Then she asked me if it meant that she didn't have a home anymore if you and Uncle Jaylan would never be under the same roof?"

Monique’s perspective on divorce tugged at my heartstrings.

"Auntie Aaliyah, is what Monique said true? I don't understand either." It was clear that Fidelia felt upset by the news, "But why do you guys have to get divorced? Is it because you don't want to be together anymore? Does that mean my mom and dad might get divorced too?"

I was at a loss for words, not sure how to respond.

Camilla had indeed confided in me that she was considering it.

Seeing my silence, Fidelia snuggled closer, "Anyway, I feel like they don't love me whether they're divorced or not. I don't care."

"Did Monique say she didn't care either?" I asked quickly, a hint of urgency in my voice.

I was worried. Among the two older kids, Monique was the tough cookie, while Probert was my little guardian angel, always looking out for me. I felt that with him, things wouldn't be too bad.

After a moment's thought, Fidelia said, "The first day she told me, she seemed really sad. But by the next day, she said she had come to terms with it. She figured that everyone has to grow up, and all she had to do was to take good care of Oldtown Avenue, to be the princess of Oldtown Avenue. She also said she was on your side."

"Auntie Aaliyah, does it mean my parents should get divorced too since my dad has a son now, and he probably loves me even less? But I don't have nice grandparents as Probert does, and only he says he'll take care of me."

Fidelia's words were filled with sorrow.

I wrapped my arms around her, patting her back, "Sweetheart, you're only truly strong when you can stand on your own two feet. No one can stay with you forever, but Probert is right. If he says he'll take care of you, he will. So don't be afraid. Having siblings means you have support, and that's something you can count on. You're their big sister, and you need to be strong too, to protect your little brothers and sisters. And of course, they'll protect you. One day, you'll work together and succeed together. And their grandparents are just as much yours. Do you think Grandma and Grandpa are good to you?"

"They're great. They really like me." Fidelia's smile was adorably goofy.

I countered, "Then what's there to worry about?"

With that, Fidelia's smile returned, and I couldn't help but let out a pure chuckle.