Crises in Love novel Chapter 601

Hannah eyed me with curiosity and concern. "Looks like I'll have to visit Fidelia soon to get the scoop!"

"Just don't get too cozy, or Camilla might sniff something's up," Ronan warned, his voice low and measured. "Hold your horses for now. I’ll get someone to keep tabs on her. We need to figure out who Camilla is before we make a move."

Then Ronan turned to me, his gaze sharp. "So, when are you heading back to Silverdale City?"

His question caught me off guard. With all the recent craziness, my plans were tossed like a salad.

"I... I haven't decided yet!" I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty, and then quickly added, "I've invited Geneva to see around Silverdale City with me. I thought it might ease the tension a bit."

Ronan nodded approvingly. "That's a good call."

I glanced at him. "Are you heading to Silverdale City, too?"

Ronan nodded again., "Yep! That’s the plan."

Logan, who had been quietly listening all this while, interjected with a hint of uncertainty, "We've managed to get the information of the woman who has your lost child!"

I was instantly on edge, leaning in with urgency. "You found something? What's her story?"

"She's a distant relative from Hazel's hometown named Marilyn, forty-two years old. She married into a family related to Hazel but got divorced because she couldn't have kids."

My heart tightened at the news. Whoever this woman with my child was, I couldn't shake off a feeling of unease.

"From what we've gathered, Marilyn is decent and down-to-earth. She's got some smarts and finished up to junior high. She got hitched at sixteen to the guy, and apparently, they were quite the item.

Neighbors say she's got a knack for crafts, a dab hand at embroidery and even does a bit of painting. She designs her patterns and all that stuff. However, the inability to have children eventually led to her divorce.

After that, she left her broken home behind. Since then, she had worked odd jobs in the surrounding cities and never remarried, living on a shoestring. She had been in contact with her parents until about four years ago, then suddenly, radio silence.

But just before she dropped off the map, she wired a sum of about fifteen grand to her parents. We guess Hazel got to her, paid her off, but put a gag order on her, too."

Logan laid out the facts with clarity.

"But we still can't track her down, right?" I asked, a hint of disappointment in my voice.