The moment I mentioned the possibility of knowing something, his head snapped up, and he locked eyes with me like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline, "What do you want to know?
“When did you find out the child by my side was Zora’s?” I asked, my tone even, unreadable.
He stumbled over his words, his mouth opening and closing, but nothing came out.
“You didn’t know, did you?” I took a step towards him, my disdain for Jaylan crystal clear.
His head drooped, guilt written all over his face.
“Does anyone in your family know where the child is?” I pressed further.
“I really don’t know,” Jaylan blurted out defensively, “It was much later when I found out Zora swapped the kid.”
It seemed Jaylan was genuinely clueless. It was Hazel' who knew the child’s whereabouts.
That meant the people looking for the kid were Jerome's men. I was certain Hazel would have told Jerome because he was always Hazel’s rock.
But who was behind the child’s disappearance?
“Did Zora ever mention where the child might be?” I asked, holding onto a shred of hope with yet another question.
“She never told me a thing. That’s how she controlled me with our son. There are things I never wanted to do, but she’d always threaten me with him. But…”
“Our son? Do you think you’re worthy?” I challenged him with a stare.
I turned away to collect myself and then slowly faced him again, “Who was behind the kidnapping on the night of the victory party?”
“I don’t know.” he insisted.
No sooner had Jaylan uttered those words than Hannah, unable to contain her fury any longer, delivered a swift kick to his jaw, “You don’t know anything, then what do you know?”
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