Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 221

Irving, using his classic passive-aggressive tone, continued to speak, "Well, if Gevena says so, I must

adhere! I'll just head out for now. But I'll still do what I want to do!"

Saying so, he threw a provocative glance at a noticeably riled up Janice, adding fuel to the fire.

Addressing Janice with pretentious sincerity, he continued shamelessly, "Janetta and I have been

married for years. There's a solid emotional foundation between us. Even if she wakes up, she may not

necessarily drive me away! I just want to tell Janice to try to see things from her sister’s perspective.

Our kid is grown up. What’s the point of making things hard for yourself or for someone who genuinely

cares, right?”

What the hell! I couldn't believe Irving was such a tough nut to crack. What a terrible man!

Even as an outsider, I wanted to kick his ass.

"Irving, don't sugarcoat your words. Stop giving me crap like ‘we've been married so long'. It’s ages

ago, and your new wife is becoming an old one. Who are you trying to fool with this pretense of deep

affection? If you've truly had a heart, the best course would be to play dead! Get lost and stopping

showing up in my face to make me sick!" Janice, despite her anger, was quick-witted and sharp-

tongued.

Everyone overlooked Nettie's combativeness. She resumed in a disdainful tone and spoke again. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Aunt Janice, mind your own business! Stop acting like a savior. You can’t represent my mom, and you

definitely can’t represent me!"

Nettie’s words were harsh. I couldn't help but stare at her, thinking how Janetta had such a mean

daughter. She was so much like her bastard father. It must be in their genes!

I was so thankful for my loving parents. Otherwise, I couldn't guarantee my Monique wouldn't be

corrupted by the Dawson family! That would be truly horrifying.

Janice suddenly stood up, taking a large step forward. No one expected her to slap Nettie across the

face.

Nettie was left dumbfounded, staring at the furious Janice.

The room fell silent.

The next moment, Janice clutched her stomach, letting out a low groan, and collapsed.

Catherine screamed, "Oh my... Blood! She's bleeding. Janice!"

I was shocked, looking at the red stain spreading across Janice's dress.

"Doctor, doctor! Someone help!" I ran out of the room, my voice trembling and breaking.

The chaos in the room was only interrupted when Gevena roared, "Irving, look what you've done! Get

the hell out! Janice... are you okay?" She held Janice, calling her name anxiously.

Janice was groaning in pain, her face pale. The situation looked dire.

Nettie, still reeling from the slap, had turned ghostly pale. She kept stepping back, seemingly forgetting

the slap.

Holding Janice, Gevena reassured, "Don't panic. I'm here. Don't be afraid!"

She tried to sound confident, but her voice was shaking as if she had freaked out.

After calling for the doctor, I mustered my strength to run back into the room, my legs barely supporting

me.

At that moment, others in the room slinked away silently, too afraid to approach.

I joined Gevena in supporting Janice. Blood was dripping down her legs and pooling on the floor

beneath her.

Catherine, a young unmarried woman, had never seen such a gruesome sight. She was terrified and

dazed.

I shouted to her, "Catherine, call Baber quickly."

She snapped out of her daze and fumbled with Janice's phone to dial.

Meanwhile, medical staff rushed in. A muscular doctor lifted Janice onto a stretcher and instructed her

to control her breathing.

We were all focused on Janice, whose condition was worsening rapidly. Her bleeding was

uncontrollable.

Suddenly, someone yelled, "Look, the patient moved. Look..."