Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 465

Dad's voice was resolute, "Honesty is the best policy, remember that. They may be young, but they're

wise beyond their years. Don't hide anything from them. Lies are the real harm, not the truth. Don't pay

the price of countless lies for the sake of one. They need to know where their father went wrong so

they can learn from his mistakes and not follow in his misguided footsteps."

"But I'm worried about Monique..." My voice trembled with unease.

"I'll handle it. This is the perfect opportunity to show them their father's transgressions! I'll let them

make their own judgment!"

Suddenly, I realized that Dad wasn't just my financial support; he was the bedrock of my life and a

mentor to the kids.

"I want to change their last name to Wilburn!" I declared, anger lacing my words, "The name Dawson

will only bring them shame!"

"A surname is just that, nothing to fuss over. If it's necessary, or if it's what they want, we should

respect their wishes. It's not just respect for them; it's democratic!" Dad dismissed the concern with an

air of indifference. I didn't argue. Maybe I was being too radical.

"And... Dad, I forgot to tell you something. Hazel passed away," I broke the news to him.

"Passed away? When did this happen? How so suddenly?" Dad asked in shock, and Mom hurried over

to find out what had happened. I recounted the details to them.

Dad sighed, "She brought it upon herself!"

After a few more words with my mom, she told me that Helga was flying back to Goldenvale Town

tomorrow and I agreed to pick her up at the airport.

"I'd love to join Helga on her visit to Goldenvale Town if I didn't have things to take care of," Mom

lamented. The truth was, she just couldn't bear to leave Dad's side.

My main concern was their safety. I always worried that Dawson brothers were up to no good.

Mom reassured me cheerfully, "Don't worry! Ronan has arranged a personal assistant for your dad,

and we've got a Brenda taking care of the house."

She whispered conspiratorially, "She knows martial arts!"

I perked up, telling Mom, "Well, once Carl gets his shots, I'll bring him back for a longer visit. It'll be just

in time for the school year to start, and I'll bring Fidelia back too. I want to make sure I hand her over to

her mother personally."

"That sounds good! And Fidelia is such a sweet child, very likable!" Mom praised her.

"It's just a shame they've got a deadbeat dad!" I sighed.

Mom, grateful for the turn of events, said, "It's a good thing you got divorced, sparing us from that old

lady's funeral. Now we can cut ties with that pack of wolves!"

I quickly told Mom, "Oddly enough, before she died, she entrusted me with all her savings and

valuables. That's everything she'd scrimped and saved for years!"

"How much?" Mom asked, curious.

I answered honestly, "There's six hundred eighty thousand in savings, plus some jewelry. Altogether,

it's probably over a million."

"That much? She really hoarded quite a bit!" Mom criticized.

"I don’t know why she suddenly gave it all to me? A pang of conscience?" I muttered to myself.

Truth be told, I'd been wrestling with that question ever since I received it.

"Exactly, Mom! You're spot on!" I agreed.

"Mom, don't get worked up. The Dawson family is already drowning in debt. After everything's settled,

they'll get what's coming to them. It's lucky I've already moved the money!" I gloated. Coոtent of NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

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I was so wise to have transferred that money into a new account that very day.

After hanging up the phone, I kept thinking about it. Did no one else know Hazel had that fortune?

The news of my divorce, a victory without a battle, thrilled everyone in my social circle.

But then, a surprising call cut through the buzz - it was from Jesper.