Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 489

Zora suddenly turned to Clara with a fierce glare. "You know what, Clara? I've had it up to here with

you! The thing I regret most is not letting those guys finish you off back in the day. If you'd been out of

the picture, I wouldn't be in this mess now."

She took a big step forward, pointing an accusing finger at Clara.

"It's all because of you. If you hadn't shown up and charmed Aaliyah, I wouldn't be where I am today, I

gave you a sum of money a month for your education. And what did you do with it, huh? All you do is

seducing men, just like your mother!"

Clara remained unfazed, her smile relaxed and content. "Oh really? Look who's talking. Aren't you the

one who's been desperately throwing yourself at every guy out there? Can you honestly say you

haven't got a bit of mom's genes in you?"

Clara’s laughter bubbled up, light and mocking. "Zora, I brought you back here to tell you something.

That sleazy drunk who raped you... is our real father! Ha! Bet you didn't see that one coming. Even I

couldn't believe it."

In the scene unfolding before me, Zora froze, struck as if by lightning, motionless and stunned.

Hannah let out a snide chuckle. "Well, she's totally shocked!"

I quickly gestured for her to be quiet and we continued to watch.

Clara let out a self-deprecating laugh and went on. "I've been struggling, full of regrets. I used to tell

myself that when you set those men on me, I was paying for our father's sins. But when the DNA NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

results came back, proving that you're his daughter too... Oh, the irony! Who can you blame for that,

Zora? You despised him, always saying he wasn't your father, and that made him believe you really

weren't his."

There was a hysterical edge to Clara's voice, as if she was airing a deep grievance.

At that moment, I felt a real pang in my heart. Indeed, from the very beginning, Clara was the most

wronged of all.

She covered her face for a moment, then turned to look at her mother, continuing, "And let's not forget

your contribution, Mom. If you hadn't been so promiscuous, he might not have believed he wasn't the

father. Tell me, Mom, did you yourself think Zora wasn't his?"

Suddenly, a dingy curtain was violently flung aside, and a limping old man emerged from the back

room, his visage twisted and grotesque, his nose red and bulbous. As he appeared, he started cursing

loudly, "She's not mine, she's someone else's daughter. She's unworthy, a little tramp, she can't

possibly be my blood! Goddamn little beast..."

Clara watched with malicious glee as her father spouted his vile words.

The moment Zora saw the old drunk, she snapped, "You're the animal, not fit to be my father! It's your

own fault for being so worthless that my mom cheated. You should never have married her. Just drop

dead, why don't you?"

With those words, Zora shoved the old man with such force that he stumbled and fell, crashing into the

corner of a table, not getting up for a long time.

"What are you doing to your father, Zora?"

Zora sneered, turning to point at Clara. "You bitch, why didn't fate take you instead? Leaving behind a

disaster like you!"

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"Clara, you're asking for trouble..."

"Sure, and do you think you have long to live? Contracting that dirty disease, you think there's hope for

you? Stop dreaming! And I've got news for you, do you know what Jerome promised me in exchange

for finding you?"