Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 70

Jaylan laughed warmly, giving our son a casual pat on the head, "Let's go!"

Probert looked at me with wide, timid eyes, unmoving. I walked over and took Probert's small hand,

giving it a small shake, "Let's go! We're heading home."

With that, I led Probert out, not looking back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hazel emerge from her room, her face stormy as she watched us

leave. I didn't bother saying goodbye.

Respect is a two-way street and I saw no reason to warm up to her cold demeanor.

Just as we were about to leave, Hazel called out from behind us, "Make sure you send him back in a

few days!"

I thought to myself, Send him back? Not here, that's for sure.

I didn't rush home with Probert. Instead, we leisurely strolled, eating food he enjoyed and visiting

places he wanted to see. He seemed happy, though he didn't talk much, occasionally glancing towards

Jaylan who was always at our side.

I had a hunch that Probert's life at his grandmother's was far from carefree.

Intuition told me he and Jaylan, his father, were strangers. Which meant...Jaylan didn't visit Probert

often.

Thinking about this, an image of a photo of Jaylan, Marissa, and their child at a theme park, a picture of

familial bliss, flashed in my mind.

My heart clenched and I felt a surge of anger. I wanted to tear that suave and cultured mask of Jaylan

to shreds.

I vowed, Jaylan, I won't let you have this opportunity again. If you want to play the role of a good father,

it'll only be for my children.

Despite Jaylan's reminders not to tire myself, I took Probert to a children's clothing store. I wanted to

buy clothes for my children.

If their children could dress well, why not mine?

I not only bought clothes for Probert but also Monique and Carl. I also bought myself some new

clothes. Today I was on a revenge shopping spree, anything that caught my eye was bought.

Hazel said I didn't pay attention to my appearance? She said I looked like a beggar? I didn't look like a

Dawson? What a joke! I didn't even know what a Dawson was supposed to look like.

When I married into the family, Jaylan was hesitant to bring me home. Back then, the Dawson family

was worlds apart from what it is now.

Back then, they slept in bunk beds and shared clothes, from the eldest to the youngest. And now they

claimed I didn't look like a Dawson? How ridiculous!

I knew I had to change my spending habits. Saving for the sake of saving was pointless when it all

went into the mistress' pocket. I felt so pathetic and tasteless.

Even Hazel called me a beggar. I had to change! Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

So, after buying clothes, I dragged Jaylan into a boutique. If I was going to shop, I was going to go all

out.

Just as I was getting into the swing of things, we ran into Marissa and her son. It was a small world

indeed, never would I have thought we'd cross paths like this.

It happened in a split second, catching everyone off guard.

We came face to face with each other, and in that moment, the three adults froze. Then the young boy

broke the silence with a cheerful shout, "Dad!"