Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 205

Hearing my instructions, Hannah immediately grabbed the phone and dialed the number.

As I suspected, she knew Logan.

Ever since Hannah arrived, she’s been calling me ‘Ms. Wilburn’, which I found comforting.

I understood perfectly the intentions of Ronan placing Hannah by my side. This way, he could check on

my condition at all times.

Hannah referring to me as Ms. Wilburn subtly indicated that she was on my side.

However, she was still new to me and didn't know me well yet.

The state of my health was like a car long overdue for an overhaul, unable to withstand the slightest

wear and tear. It was not that I was not strong enough inside, but that my bodily functions didn't allow it.

Like now, even though I had mentally prepared for the worst, the sight of those ignorant netizens

hurling abuses at me made my heart race uncontrollably.

I could fully understand the impulse to do something irreversible out of anger. But I was certain that NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Marissa's death was not a result of an impulse.

After hanging up the phone, Hannah returned to me, scrutinizing my face, and carefully asked, "Ms.

Wilburn, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I reassured Hannah, explaining, "It's just my health acting up."

She poured me a glass of water and handed it to me, "She died on the spot."

I nodded, "Falling from such a height, Marissa's survival was impossible. But what I want to know the

details."

"Logan will have some information soon," Hannah comforted me, "Try not to think too much."

Just as I was about to voice my thoughts, the phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was from Ronan.

Without avoiding Hannah, I answered the phone. Ronan's steady voice came through. "Are you okay?"

I knew he was referring to Marissa’s suicide, worried it might have affected me.

"I'm fine, but I feel something fishy about this. Marissa came to me at noon to cause a scene, clearly

playing the victim. If she wanted to make a scene, she wouldn't commit suicide," I stated confidently.

"Stay calm no matter how the situation unfolds. Remember, her death has nothing to do with you."

"Alright," I responded, feeling heavy-hearted.

It felt like an invisible hand manipulating everything from behind, gripping my neck tightly and making it

hard for me to breathe!

"This is indeed not as simple and clear-cut. So, don't pay attention to those voices. Let them make a

scene so that someone will be pleased with it. Marissa's death is just someone wanting to disturb you.

The louder the noise, the clearer the truth will be," Ronan's words were like a wake-up call. I instantly

understood what he had repeatedly urged me to do when I stepped off the plane; he told me to keep

calm no matter what happened.

Indeed, only when the situation was used to suppress me, would the puppeteer reveal their smug

smile.

"I understand, don't worry!"

He reminded me of a few more things, and then hung up the phone.

While I was on the phone with Ronan, Hannah received a call too. After seeing me hang up, she came

over and said, "That was Logan. The preliminary investigation shows that Marissa fell from the 24th-

floor rooftop. The security footage suggests that she went up to the rooftop by herself via the elevator,

and nothing unusual was found in the room. We'll have to wait for the coroner's findings for any other

factors."

"Let's wait then. I'm sure there's more to this. I don’t believe that someone who has been provoking me

would jump off a building."

"This family sure is peculiar, like they're under some curse." Just as Hannah finished her sentence, a

deafening thud startled me...