Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 I thank you so much, Yvette. 

I grunted a yes and asked, “Anything else from Officer Jackson?” 

“Nope.” 

She was about to say more, but I cut her off, thinking about Madam Young’s recent sketchy moves, Just keep your eyes peeled these next couple of days, okay? Stay safe and try to hit the hay early.” 

I ended the call feeling all jumbled up inside. 

Maxwell caught the look on my face. “What’s up?” he asked, a crease of worry between his brows. 

I just shook my head, wished him a good night, and headed back to my room with my coat in hand. 

In bed, I could not stop thinking about Madam Young’s latest antics and Idris having Ensio dig up dirt from five years back. The more I thought, the messier my thoughts got, until everything was a blur. 

The next morning, I woke up bleary–eyed from a night of tossing and turning to find a bunch of texts from Moore and missed calls from Ensio on my phone. 

I called Ensio back first. He picked up right away, his voice steady as always, “Mrs. Young, got a sec?” 

I hummed a yes and asked, “What’s going on?” 

Ensio did not miss a beat, “Mr. Young sent me to drop something off for you. I’m right outside the Scotts‘ place.” 

I blinked in surprise, slid out of bed, and peered out the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car was parked just outside the gate. “Okay, just give me a sec,” I called out. 

I ended the call, threw on a jacket, and dashed downstairs. 

Mom was in the dining room, eyeing me as I descended. “About time you woke up. What time did you roll in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with these late nights and lazy mornings, I swear… You haven’t even had breakfast. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” 

“Just need to pick something up,” I answered her and breezed out of the hall. 

Ensio caught my hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to interrupt your morning, did I wake you?” 

I gave a sheepish shake of my head. It was already midday; what rest was there to disturb? 

He handed me a leather bag. “Mr. Young asked me to deliver this to you. Also, there’s some paperwork for the villa at Clearwater Residence. Looks like you’ll need to swing by the real estate office to sign off on it.” 

Paperwork? 

I peeked inside the bag and found a divorce certificate, a bunch of bank cards, and a property deed. 

” 

Idris had actually signed the divorce certificate? 

Clutching the leather bag, I felt a chill run through me. I handed the deed and cards back to Ensio. Mr. Candor, could you please give these back to Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence villa. Oh, and if he could make the time to head down to the local office with me to pick up the divorce papers, that’d be great.” 

Ensio stepped back, not taking the items, and said with a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young insisted that if you don’t accept these, I shouldn’t bother coming back.” 

When did he start throwing his weight around like this? 

I sighed and said, “Alright, could you please pass along a message for me?” 

Ensio, ever the gentleman, replied, “Mrs. Young, it would be best if you spoke with Mr. Young directly. 

I wanted to remind him that Idris and I were no longer married, and he did not have to call me Mrs. Young anymore, but before I could get the words out, he was already in his car, driving away. 

Taking a deep breath, I gathered up all the stuff and headed back to the Scotts‘ place. 

My mom raised an eyebrow at the leather bag in my arms. “What’s that?”