Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 99

Seeing Evan's eyes were getting redder and redder, I couldn't help but crouch down to face him. "Is

your dad is running late for something? Don't worry. I’ll be waiting here with you!"

He sniffed, looking a bit nervous. His gaze darted away from mine, and I wondered if he remembered

me. After all, we had met at the mall, where he got upset when his call for his dad was stopped. He

should remember that.

So, I asked tentatively, "What's your full name, Evan?"

He looked at me warily, his big eyes flashing as if he were deciding whether to answer my question.

Finally, he replied with alert, "I don't know you!"

I quickly explained with a friendly smile, "Oh, Evan, I just want to tell your teacher, in case your dad is Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

running late, so the teacher can wait with you."

He looked at me suspiciously for a long while, then reluctantly said, "My name is Evan Dawson!"

I nearly snorted. How dared he give his last name!

I held my anger, ruffling Evan's hair, and praised, "Good boy! I will go talk to the teacher now. Don't

worry!"

Honest to God, I didn't bear any grudge against this kid. On the contrary, I liked him. After all, he was

just a child, and he did nothing wrong.

I reached out for the little boy's hand, and he must have felt my gentleness because he had obviously

let his guard down, allowing me to lead him. My heart was conflicted at that moment.

After all the first graders had left, I called over his teacher and told her about Evan's situation that his

parent hadn't come to pick him up yet.

Right then, the teacher's phone rang. She excused herself to answer it, then hung up with a smile.

"Alright!” Then she turned to me and said, "Thank you so much! Evan's dad got stuck in traffic. He'll be

a bit late. Sorry for the trouble!"

I waved it off, then reassured Evan, "Just wait here with your teacher, Evan. Your dad will be here

soon!"

He blinked his big eyes, still looking at me with a curious gaze, his little face full of conflict.

"Say thank you to this kind lady!" The teacher reminded him.

He then muttered a soft, "Thank you, ma’am!"

Just then, the second graders were let out, lining up and exiting the school gate. I turned my attention

to them, looking for my son, Probert. Soon enough, Probert ran over and excitedly hugged my leg.

When his gaze fell upon Evan waiting for his dad, he paused for a moment, only for three seconds,

before turning back to me, "Mom, let's go home!"

I nodded with a smile, waving at Evan. "Evan, I’m heading home. Bye!"

He hid a little behind his teacher but still waved back at me.

After Probert and I had gotten into my car, I casually asked him, "You know that little boy, don't you?

Why didn't you say hi to him?"

To my surprise, Probert answered quickly, "I don't like him, and I don't want to say hi to him!"

Now it was my turn to be surprised, so I asked, "Why don't you like him?"

"Grandma always says he's a good boy, but she always criticizes me. I don't even know what I did

wrong!" Probert complained, "I did nothing wrong, but grandma still told me off! She called me stupid!

But she always praised him for being smart!"

I was furious, but I had to be amused, ruffling Probert's hair, "My Probert is not stupid! To mom, Probert

is a clever boy."

I didn’t want my children to live in hatred.

"Grandma also scolded me!" Probert complained indignantly.

"What did she scold you for?"

"She said I looked like my goddamned dying mother! And she poked my head like this..." Probert

demonstrated, poking his own head.

I smiled, pretending not to care, but I was nearly in tears, my hands and feet turning cold.

"No worries! Mom won’t die that easily!" I comforted him, seeing that he was willing to talk then, I

pressed on, "When Mom was sick, did the nanny ever scare you?"

Sure enough, Probert nodded immediately. "Yes, she said if you kept sleeping like that, you would turn

into a zombie, and she didn’t allow us to get close. Because zombies are contagious."

"Did you believe that, sweetheart?" I asked softly.

"I didn’t believe a word she said. Mom is not contagious. That nanny is mean. she pinched mom, and I

saw it!" Probert looked at me, mimicked it and said seriously.

I didn't expect Probert to be so sharp and sensitive, burying all these things in his heart. Luckily, I woke

up in time and realized this. Probert seemed much happier at present.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie. Mom is okay now! You don't have to fear them!" I encouraged my son, "Stay

away from people you don't like, including your grandma!"

I had to tell him this because the Dawson family was just rotten to the core. I couldn't let my children

get confused between right and wrong.

Probert looked at me blankly then asked, "Mom, why does grandma always praise that little boy?"