Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 467

I gazed at Jesper's countenance, trying to decipher the underlying intentions of his persistent urging for

me to attend the funeral. There was no way I was going to buy his story.

Shifting slightly, I made myself look utterly relaxed, as if I hadn't a care in the world, and probed, "To be

brutally honest, even if I did show up, your mom wouldn't be thrilled. Let's face it, the Dawsons have

never liked me! And now that Jaylan and I are divorced, it would be downright awkward for me to make

an appearance."

"Oh, Aaliyah, you're overthinking it! You know how my mom is—when has she been nice?" He tried to

explain. But he was spot on; Hazel had never been nice to anyone.

I offered a noncommittal smile, not voicing any disagreement.

"All these years, we’re grateful for what you’ve done. You know my mom—she might have a sharp

tongue, but she's clear-sighted. Otherwise, why would she entrust you with anything?"

An inner scoff escaped me, my suspicions confirmed. There it was—the ulterior motive.

Without skipping a beat, I replied, "What she gave me wasn't a gift; she wanted me to buy a burial plot

for her grandson, Evan. That puzzled me too. Why on earth she insisted I handle it is beyond me.

Honestly, it's the last thing I should be dealing with!"

I didn't shy away from the subject, stating it outright.

"The truth is, I suspect she was trying to torture me. After all, that child is a thorn in my side, whether

he's your brother's seed or Jaylan's, it doesn't matter to me.

Not to mention, they were the catalyst for this whole mess. Now, they've both met their end, but at the

cost of Medsafe Liyah Inc. Jesper, don't you think that's a hefty price to pay?"

I didn't mince my words, but I needed Jesper to feel the weight of it too. I knew him well enough to

know he treasured Medsafe Liyah Inc.—it had given him a most respectable position, that of General

Manager!

As expected, Jesper's expression soured, his nod filled with resignation. "You're right, Aaliyah."

I piled on the pressure, bringing Zora and Jessica into the mix.

"Yet your mother handed this task off to me. That day, out of concern for her grave injuries and frail

state, I took on the responsibility without much thought. And then there's Zora and Jessica, badgering

me with their insolence. I was too incensed to comply. But upon leaving, it just felt inappropriate."

Having made my point, I reached for my bag, unzipped it, and pulled out the small wallet Hazel had

given me, sliding it across the table toward him. Calm and collected, I said, "This is what your mother Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

left. It seems more fitting for you to have it. After all, you're the kid's uncle. Out of the whole Dawson

clan, you're the most reliable. You handle it.

It's perfect timing, too, with Hazel gone. She adored that grandson, considered him the apple of her

eye. You can bury them together; having her beloved grandchild by her side will surely bring her joy."

My words were impeccably crafted, the rationale more than sufficient. Jesper couldn't possibly refuse.

Not that he would—he'd come for this very reason.

But to successfully give him an out while offloading this hot potato was a win for me.

And today, that precaution paid off.

Jesper immediately adopted a regretful demeanor, waving his hands dismissively, "Aaliyah, you've got

it all wrong! That wasn't my intention! You misunderstood me!"

I nodded with full understanding, my tone gentle and kind, "I get it, I know you're a sensible man. The

mere fact you're discussing this with me today shows you have a tender heart. That's comforting to

know. At least there's someone sensible in the Dawson family. I'm content with that. I haven't

overthought." Drąмanоvels.com

I laid out my opinion of Jessica quite vividly, leaving no stone unturned.