Chasing the Unexpected

The reason the Updikes had called the police was that Valarie had seriously injured Zayn, and he was now in the emergency room, fighting for his life.

Hearing this, Nyla felt a surge of anger. Someone like Zayn deserved it. She glanced at Brandon, who was lost in thought, and said softly, “Got it.”

“Thank you, Aunt Nyla,” Brandon replied.

Nyla walked to the hospital room door and knocked gently. “Valarie, it’s me. May I come in?

There was no response. Just as she was about to ask again, a faint voice replied, “Come in.”

With a sigh of relief, Nyla pushed open the door.

Inside the room, all the lights were on.

Valarie sat huddled on the hospital bed. Her small, frail figure was bathed in the harsh light, making her look even more lonely and lifeless.

Nyla’s heart clenched as she slowly approached the bed and took a seat.

Valarie was hugging her knees, staring blankly into a corner of the room, lost in thought.

Gently, Nyla reached out and patted her on the back. “Valarie, it’s over now. No one can hurt you again.”

In the next moment, Valarie wrapped her arms around Nyla, trembling uncontrollably.

Feeling the warmth of tears falling onto her shoulder, Nyla murmured, “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll make sure you get justice.”

Valarie remained silent, clinging to Nyla even tighter. She had almost been ruined by that monster, Zayn.

As Valarie cried quietly, Nyla just held her, softly patting her back. Once Valarie had calmed down, Nyla gently let go and handed her a tissue to wipe her tears.

After letting out her emotions, Valarie seemed more stable. She took the tissue, wiped her eyes, and gritted her teeth. “I won’t let Zayn get away with this!” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla nodded. “I support you. But Zayn’s still in the emergency room. Even if you want to hold him accountable, you’ll have to wait until he’s stable.”

A flicker of unease crossed Valarie’s face as she asked, “H–He’s not going to die, right?”

It wasn’t that she felt any sympathy for Zayn, but if he died, she worried she’d be accused

of excessive self–defense.

“Probably not. The Updikes brought in the most experienced doctors to treat him,” Nyla reassured her.

“That’s good…” Valarie replied.

“Try not to worry about him right now. The Updikes are claiming you tried to seduce Zayn, and in a fit of rage, attacked him when he refused. They’re planning to sue you,” Nyla said.

Valarie, who had just calmed down, almost lost control again upon hearing that. She scoffed. “The Updikes have no shame. Fortunately, I suspected something was off, so I brought a recorder with me. My bag should be with the police by now, right?”

She had smashed a vase over Zayn’s head, and his blood was all over her, making her look terrifying.

The Updikes hadn’t dared to get close, fearing real retaliation from the Weirs, and had immediately called the police.

Valarie had held on until the police arrived, then let go of the vase and blacked out.

“It might not be with the police yet. It could still be at the Updikes‘. But when you make your statement, you can tell the police about the recorder,” Nyla reminded her.

Valarie had been emotional since regaining consciousness and had refused to meet with anyone, so she still hadn’t made her statement.

She nodded. “Okay.”

As if she needed to seduce Zayn, only to fly into a rage afterward. Only the Updikes themselves could believe something so ridiculous.

Seeing that Valarie was more at ease, Nyla relaxed and asked, “Brandon’s been waiting outside the whole time. Would you like to see him?”