Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 115

Both of them had to go, not a single exception. These two sisters were nothing but trouble and I was

determined to clear my house of all its filth, Jaylan included.

Clara came back quicker than anticipated, clearly blindsided by the news of her eviction.

She looked at the badly injured Zora, probably piecing things together, then turned to me and

whispered, "Madam, could you please give us a break? Let me take my sister to a clinic first, we'll

come back for our stuff later."

I read her like a book. She was playing for time. I glanced at Jaylan, curious to see how he would react.

And there was something else. I still hadn't found the drug Zora had been hiding, a potential future Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

problem. I needed time to find it.

As expected, Jaylan didn't disappoint. He said in a calm yet firm tone, "Don't try to play any games

here. There's no room for negotiation."

His words were harsh, but he was clearly communicating something to Clara through his gaze.

"Alright! We just need to find temporary accommodations. We'll leave as soon as possible. I know my

sister must have done something unforgivable to deserve this. I'm truly sorry, madam!" Clara looked at

me with pleading eyes.

I remained indifferent, offering no compromise, seated on the couch. Clara helped Zora up and left, the

latter seemingly in real pain. Once they were gone, Jaylan mentioned he had to rush back to the office

to handle some urgent matters and quickly took off.

I knew better. What office work? He was just going to clean up the mess.

I couldn't just sit idle either. Once they all left, I started rummaging through the kitchen again, but to no

avail.

Just then, the new housekeeper I had called earlier arrived. I put her straight to work, instructing her to

thoroughly clean the kitchen, discarding everything that had liquid in it and replacing it with new items.

Next, I went to Zora's room. I had already searched it twice, but found nothing. I was perplexed. Where

on earth had Zora hidden the stuff?

I searched every nook and cranny again, even the toilet tank, under the bed, inside shoes... but still,

nothing!

I grabbed a box, determined to find it in this limited space.

I tossed everything I had already checked into the box. With the help of the housekeeper, we moved

two large boxes out of the room, which immediately looked much more spacious.

Resting on the now empty bed, I scanned the room once more. My eyes landed on the vanity table. For

some unknown reason, the cosmetic bottles caught my attention.

Bottles, liquid!

I immediately got up and went over, putting all the cream-like items into a bag. My attention was finally

drawn to a perfume bottle identical to mine. I eagerly grabbed it, inspecting the liquid inside. It was

clear but bubbled when shaken, and had an almost imperceptible sticky texture.

Something was off. I quickly opened the bottle, waved it under my nose, but there was no scent.

“It's a slow poison that's tasteless and odorless.” Suddenly, this word sprang to mind. A chill ran down

my spine. The liquid in this bottle must be what I was looking for. I felt a surge of joy. Zora was cunning

enough to hide it in a perfume bottle, casually placed among other cosmetics. No wonder I hadn't been

able to find it.

I held the bottle, thinking for a while before swiftly going back to my room. I dumped my expensive

perfume, cleaned the bottle, and poured the suspicious liquid into it. Then I filled Zora's bottle with an

equal amount of water and put it back among the other cosmetics. Even if she realized I had switched

the bottles later, I believed she would have been kicked out of my house by then.

After setting everything up, I collapsed onto my bed, panting. I called Catherine, asking her to take the

liquids for testing.

Finally, I felt at ease. But before I could catch my breath, Helga came knocking, informing me that Clara

had returned.