Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 207

The property manager heard my words and secretly glanced at the officer in charge. Seeing that his attention was elsewhere, he quickly averted his gaze.

His smile towards me was clearly perfunctory. "Ma'am, we have our own set of criteria. Tonight's incident was unforeseen, something nobody would want to happen. We've been running this community for a long time and nothing of this sort has happened before. The factors contributing to this incident are multifaceted, and everyone should introspect. Of course... there may have been lapses on our part."

I responded with an indifferent smile. "So, you're implying that we brought this upon ourselves. All the strangers that entered from noon until now are our fault, and have nothing to do with property management. Is that correct?"

I intentionally used a rhetorical tone, but the manager didn’t bother to explain and pretended to be very busy, following the officer in charge away.

Jaylan wanted to argue, but I held him back, shaking my head. In my mind, I vowed to make the manager pay one day for his response today.

By the time everyone finished their work, it was late at night. Despite the police's instructions to keep the news under wraps, pictures and details of the attack on my house had been posted online.

Public opinion was a flurry of comments, ranging from praise, to curses, to schadenfreude. Some even said that a broken window was getting off lightly for me compared to a lost life.

That night, Jaylan didn't leave, and I could clearly feel his good mood. He took care of me diligently, not moving an inch, sticking to me like a buzzing fly.

I was genuinely tired and coupled with the shock, I had a series of nightmares. By dawn, I succumbed to a fever.

The sudden high fever made me somewhat delirious. In my daze, I seemed to see a police car with sirens blaring, taking me away. I struggled and shouted that I hadn't taken the child, that it wasn't me, and they should let me go and save the child. But no one listened to my pleas. I was restrained. I shouted in despair, as I watched someone pour drugs into a bowl and try to force me to take it.

The room was filled with laughing faces, their laughter extremely eerie.

I screamed in fear and suddenly opened my eyes.

"Ms. Wilburn, wake up!" A gentle voice called in my ear.

"Allie!"

I struggled to focus my gaze, calming my racing heart. The room was brightly lit, and the strong smell of disinfectant filled my nose, which was extremely off-putting to me.