Crises in Love novel Chapter 493

Hannah steadied me with a firm grip. "Sis, don't panic. Just stay put. We'll go up and I promise I'll bring your little guy back safe and sound!"

My heart was thumping in my chest, and I shook my head stubbornly, asserting, "No way, I'm going to get my child myself!"

The old nun, chanting prayers quietly to herself, stepped forward, "I'll lead you up," she offered.

We were concerned for her; after all, she was advanced in age.

But she strode ahead, surprisingly sprightly, outpacing even the younger ones among us.

I followed closely behind. This was about my son's life, after all.

I understood then what they meant by 'a mother's strength.' I would rather die on the path to finding my son than stand still.

As we walked, the old nun told us about her bond with Zora.

Zora was just a child when they met. She would often come to the old nun bruised and battered, seeking refuge. She was a good kid, quick on her feet and sweet-talking, helping out with chores in the chapel, a delight to have around.

Then, one day, she was terrified by the advances of her monstrous father. It was only after being forcibly taken home by that drunken brute that the trouble really started.

Before she left, Zora had come to bid the old nun farewell.

Worried, the old nun pressed her for where she was going. Zora reassured her that she had company.

As we continued our ascent, the old nun went on, "When she said someone was with her, I was relieved. Every year, she'd send word or gifts back to me. She was a child of heart and honor."

A child of heart and honor?

That was the most ludicrous thing I'd heard. So, Zora had another side to her.

"This time, she brought back a child, she said he was her son. I believed her. She said she wanted to stay longer, and my gut told me something was up again. But I didn't dare ask."

Her son? I thought, scoffing inwardly. That's my son. But I kept silent.