Chapter 309


    As soon as Jan walked in and saw me, he seemed overjoyed, striding towards me immediately.


    "Honey, you''re home? I was just thinking about picking you up. You''re already home, everything


    settled?" he asked, his face lighting up as he handed me a file from his briefcase.


    I was seething with anger. I abruptly stood up and delivered a resounding p to his handsome face.


    That p was filled with all the force I could muster.


    Jan was stunned, the file dropping from his hands as he stood there bewildered.


    His expression quickly turned to restrained anger, "Aaliyah, what the hell?" he asked, his eyes filled


    with fury.


    As soon as he spoke, Hannah appeared, her sharp eyes fixed on Jan.


    Jan nced at Hannah, reining his emotions in, and added, "Why did you hit me?"


    "Jan, Evan''s dead! Do you think you can escape the me? Don''t you feel guilty?" I yelled at him.


    He seemed stunned, unable to respond.


    "He''s been calling you Dad for years, and he was so young," I shouted, my eyes filled with rage. I


    stepped closer to Jan, staring into his eyes as I asked, "Do you know how he died?"


    Jan seemed taken aback by my words. He backed away as I approached, asking, "How did he die?


    Who said he''s dead? How could..."


    I shouted with all the strength I had, "It''s all because of you, Jan. If you hadn''t listened to those


    rumors and taken him out, how would he have died? Aren''t you scared? Zora dared to harm your child,


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    and doesn''t that scare you?"


    Jan stammered, "But he wasn''t my child."


    I couldn''t ept that and gave him another resounding p.


    "At a time like this, how can you even say that? Are you even human?"


    Jan realized that he''d misspoken. Ignoring the pain from the ps, he grabbed my arms to steady


    me, saying, "Honey, calm down. This isn''t good for your health. Listen to me. I didn''t mean that


    because he''s not my child he deserves to die. I just meant to tell you, he really wasn''t my child."


    I looked at his handsome face, seeing only ugliness, "Do you know how he died?" I asked him.


    Jan looked at me, his face paling, my handprints standing out on his cheek.


    "He was pushed into a storm drain, in the torrential downpour. He was pushed in." I spoke with


    conviction.


    Then I asked him again, "Do you know who pushed him?"


    He just looked at me like an idiot, full of disbelief.


    I snorted, "Your beloved brother, Jerome, did it. He pushed Evan into the storm drain in that heavy rain.


    Evan was swept away in an instant."


    I described it vividly, creating a clear image.


    "Does it hurt, Jan? Even if he wasn''t your child, he was still a part of the Dawson family, and he was


    so young, so adorable."


    I red at him, "Don''t you think he was adorable? He called you Dad, following you around. Can you


    deny that he was adorable?"


    "Do you know why Jerome murdered Evan?" I continued to torment him, "It''s because he believed


    Evan was yours. Jan, you have such a wonderful brother. Because he thought Evan was yours, he


    pushed him into the storm drain without hesitation."