Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 554

As soon as Jaylan saw Dalton, his entire demeanor crumbled like a house of cards. His bluster evaporated in an instant, and looking over at me with guilt flashing in his eyes, he switched gears and tried a different tack, "Babe..."

I shot him a look of pure disdain. "Get a grip, will you?"

Dalton had never much cared for Jaylan, and now, taking in the disarray of the room, he gave Jaylan, who looked like a hot mess, a dismissive glance. It was clear as day what had gone down here.

Even the cops trailing behind Dalton were taken aback by the scene inside the house.

I wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. Turning to Dalton, I said, "You couldn't have timed it better. Despite the divorce, this guy's been squatting at my place. I changed the locks once, and he just busted them open again. Even had the nerve to trash the place while I was out. I haven’t had the chance to call it in yet, so let's add that to the report, shall we?"Aaliyah, you are so mean, " Jaylan sneered, cradling his broken wrist for Dalton to see, "Sir, this is just a family squabble. She brought her fighter to break my hand, and she's the one who's going to make the first accusation. Sure, I trashed the place, but this is personal, right?"

"The moment you divorced, it stopped being just family business. You're coming with me to the station for a thorough explanation," Dalton said, cutting him off without a hint of sympathy, "Take him away."

"Sir, I need a hospital first. I'm hurt."

"We'll get you sorted," Dalton replied, his voice icy.

I spoke up, "I'll send over the evidence to your office. It's pretty clear how he got his injuries."

Hearing this, Jaylan gave me a venomous glare, "You've got some nerve, Aaliyah."

"Just getting started. We'll settle up, bit by bit. No rush," I said calmly, standing my ground.

His face ghostly pale from the pain and sweat slicking down his forehead, Jaylan was a far cry from his once cocky self. I couldn't help but sneer internally. This was more like it.

As the police escorted him out, he turned back with an evil stare and a malicious grin, "You'll never find him!"

Stunned, I watched as Jaylan was dragged away, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Did he actually know where the lost boy was?

Two days later, the place finally welcomed its new owner.

I was struck by how much of a stranger I'd been.

They said I was successful, but I knew better than anyone how much lost along the way.

As we passed a school, the kids were just getting out. Through the sea of young faces, I thought I saw a familiar, lonely figure, "Hannah, stop the car. Pull over ahead."

She quickly assessed the situation and parked a short distance away. I hastily opened the door and stepped out.

Hannah followed, glancing back toward the school gates.

Finally, on the sidewalk, I caught sight of the figure again, head down, walking with a heavy heart.

I smiled and called out as I approached, "Fidelia?"