Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 372

I glanced at Gemma, who stood there spinning tall tales as if her mouth was a merry-go-round of fibs.

Her words made about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine.

Wasn't her son dead? And now, out of the blue, she's spinning yarns about how he didn’t think about

settling down.

The reason I brought it up was because of what Jaylan mentioned last night when he caught up with

Gemma. He’d been mighty clear, "If you can’t do even this, then prepare to pack your bags! But before

you go, return what you took from me. Fair’s fair, right? I'm under no obligation to buy your son a car or

a house!"

That's when my suspicions kicked in. I distinctly remembered Gemma claiming her son had died of

leukemia.

And now, here she was, suggesting he lived like a king on Jaylan's dime. It was as if she thought he

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As soon as I quizzed her, sure enough, she said her son was a layabout.

This woman was sure full of nonsense.

I let out a nonchalant "Oh?" and didn’t call her out, deciding to let her train of lies chug along.

I'd store these words up and throw them back in her face when the time was right.

"We haven't had a youngster that age around for years," Gemma cooed at Carl, who was busy swatting

her hand like it was a fly. "Kids that age know how to charm you and win hearts. Give it a few more

years, and they're as welcome as a skunk at a lawn party."Gemma said so as she teased Carl.

"Got any little kids that age in the family, Gemma?" I asked with a hint of mischief.

"Oh, there's a little one in the family alright, already in grade school!" I caught her eye and knew right

away she was talking about Marissa's kid.

"Looks like you’ve got a soft spot for the little ones," I prodded further. "So why aren't you nannying for

your relatives?"

"Well, they're quite the precious cargo!" She said, sneaking a peek at me.

I feigned ignorance, not keen on unraveling her tangle of tales any further.

Her stories were as disjointed as a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. I figured she started by trying to

earn my sympathy, but now that she was more comfortable, the lies were finally revealed.

Noticing Carl rubbing his eyes and yawning, I mentioned to Helga, "We should tuck him in. Looks like

bedtime's calling."

Helga scooped up Carl right away and we headed upstairs. After putting Carl to bed, Helga glanced

down the stairs and whispered, "Not a single word of truth comes from that woman!"

"Oh? How so?" I played along.

"Just yesterday, she was moaning about how kids are a handful, saying she's not cut out for

babysitting. Told me her son's kids are always with the granny. And now, here she is telling you a whole

other story about her son being a layabout who's yet to find a wife. Which end is up with her?"

I chuckled softly, "You don't say!"

Helga scoffed, "She's all show, no substance."

I laughed with a shrug, reassuring her, "Don't worry, her day of reckoning will come."

Hannah, trailing behind us, piped up, "Where are Monique and Fidelia?"

Helga replied promptly, "They're next door. The neighbor's place is like a mini school during the day.

Mr. Damon keeps an eye on the kids while they do their homework. I've seen it. It's quite the setup."

"Really?" I was genuinely intrigued.

I could easily picture Monique's commanding presence, which was honestly part of the problem.

"Probert's always got Monique’s back. He's her right-hand man. The kids all follow their lead, but when

Monique's in a bind, it's Probert she consults."

Helga's insights were comforting, the kind of details only an observant person could pick up on.

As we chatted away, Jaylan came out of his room upstairs. Drąмanоvels.com

Seeing us with the child, he approached with a grin and started to play with Carl.

His little hands might have been small, but they sure had strength. I wagered Jaylan was seeing his fair

share of them right about now.