Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Across the street, Logan heard my current state and immediately said, "Allie, don't be like this. I'll do everything I can, but it's just a matter of time. What I was trying to say is that Hazel might have known about it, but... Hazel's dead! We need to find another way to get the clues."

"Hazel knew!" I muttered, repeating Logan's words, "Hazel knew!"

At that moment, I was so filled with rage I could scratch steel. Of course, someone from the Dawson family knew.

Hazel!

What on earth did I ever do to you? Why did you treat me this way?

With a sharp pain in my chest, I struggled to breathe and wanted to scream out loud with all my might.

"Allie, this is good news, that's why I was in a rush to confirm it with you! If you're going to be like this, I'd be scared to tell you anything else!"

"No... you have to tell me. I need to know what's happening! Logan..." I covered my face, trying to soothe myself, took deep breaths to calm down, and then continued, "No matter what, you have to help me find him! He... he's missed too much of a mother's love already! I can't wait for another second... you understand..."

"I get it, I do understand how you feel, which is why I'm already on it! Don't worry," Logan assured me.

"Thank you," I said and then hung up the phone.

I clenched the phone, trying desperately to hold back the tears, feeling an indescribable heartache.

Hannah looked at me, "Allie, try to stay calm, this is actually good news!"

"He... he was taken away from me before he even turned five months old! Hannah, do you have any idea what that means?..."

Hannah stayed silent, her face looking worse for wear.

"They... who gave them the audacity to do this? Huh?" I couldn't hold back anymore, trembling with fury, "They're dead, all of them! But what about my child?"

We had reached the airport pickup point by then, and Hannah pulled out my phone to call Catherine.

I, meanwhile, was completely unable to control my emotions.

It was even more painful than the moment I found out my child had been switched. At least then, I had one clear thought: I needed to find him.

But at this moment, I felt like I had thrown a punch with all my might only to hit cotton, powerless and desperate.

Hazel was gone. I even had no chance to revenge against her.

She had hidden my child without guilt. Why? For what reason?

I cried so hard that I could barely catch my breath. It was the first time I ever cried so desperately.

It was more precisely a hatred that drove me mad, hating that I couldn't personally tear her apart.

Hazel, the root of all evil in the Dawson family.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the car window. Hannah turned around, unlocked the car, and Catherine swept in like a whirlwind, "Darling..."

She had only stepped one leg into the car when she sensed something was off and immediately shouted, "What's going on?"

She threw her suitcase into the trunk and got into the car, looking at me with concern, "Allie, what happened? You were fine just a minute ago? Hannah, what's going on!" Hannah knew that Catherine wasn't aware of my child's disappearance, so she shrugged helplessly, "It's a long story! Let's find a place, and I'll tell you everything!"

With that, she floored the accelerator, and the car sped off.

Catherine kept trying to comfort me, not knowing what exactly had happened. She became as frantic as a monkey scratching its head.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she yelled at Hannah, "Hannah, please, find a place to stop!"

Hannah gave her an okay sign.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions, "It's okay... just let me have a moment of peace!"

Once off the airport highway, Hannah drove the car to the riverside and found a spot to park.

I got out of the car and ran to the river's edge, screaming at the top of my lungs against the rushing water, startling Catherine into retreating and grabbing hold of Hannah.

"Tell me now, what exactly is going on?"

Hannah shook her head as she watched me, "Let her vent!"

It wasn't until my screams ran out and I sat exhausted on the riverbank that I patted the space next to me, signaling them to come over.

After I told Catherine the whole story about Carl and my lost baby, she was livid, "That Hazel, she never did a good thing in her life. She deserved to die. Even god wouldn't forgive her. She's definitely going to hell. That whole family is heartless!

Hannah looked at me, trying to console me, "Allie, don't dwell on it too much. You're right, people tend to do good when facing death. Maybe her leaving you her belongings was her way of repenting." The mention of those belongings triggered a thought, and I suddenly looked at Hannah.