Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 476

The atmosphere in the wake house was already thick with a chilling unease when the sudden interruption sent Jessica screaming at the top of her lungs.

I couldn't help but chuckle darkly, "Seems like even Hazel can't stand this nonsense. Oh, you want to keep me? I'm game. But as for whether the cops will come knocking, well, that's beyond me. Jerome, you think strutting around with that face doesn't attract attention? Maybe it's time you test the waters with the police. You killed your own son and thinking you can get away with it? That's stupidity!"

I took a step forward, and the four men were still blocking my path, appearing like they stepped out of a horror movie scene. Unflinching, I roared, "Move it!"

The command carried an authority that silenced the entire wake in an instant.

After a moment, Jerome said flatly, "Let her go."

I snorted disdainfully and didn't linger, striding out the door into the dazzling light of dawn.

Outside, Hannah spat disgustedly, "What a curse! That Jaylan, I swear, I'll deck him every time I see him. The way he looks at you, where's the love that once was in ten years of marriage?"

"It's better this way, more satisfying when the time comes to settle scores! Once the killing intent is there, there's no talking about affection. And there'll be plenty of chances to deal with him. He won't give up easily, he'll come at us again," I said to Hannah. "Now that we've dangled the bait of VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals, Jerome will be desperate to grab the opportunity."

Just then, Larkin pulled the car around, but as I was about to step in, my phone rang with a piercing urgency.

Hannah quickly handed me my bag from inside the car, and I retracted my foot, finding the phone. It was Helga calling, so I quickly slid to answer, "Hello?"

"Miss, there's been trouble..." To my surprise, it was Brenda on the line, her voice laced with urgency.

I tensed up and demanded, "What happened?"

"The young master has been taken!" Brenda exclaimed.

Those words hit me like a thunderbolt, "Carl?"

"Yes, the young master had finished breakfast and was fussing to see his mother. Helga took him to the front yard to play; it wasn't even ten minutes when Helga was attacked, and the young master was gone! I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard a car speed away. I realized something was wrong. By the time I got outside, Helga was lying on the ground with a head injury!"

"Did you hear any crying from Carl?" I asked on impulse.

"No! Just the screech of a car speeding off. That's when I ran outside!" Brenda was thorough in her account.