Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 You mistook her for me! 

I paused, slightly dazed, and met Idris‘ gaze. “I’m fine,” I managed to say. 

“Go see your grandma in her room. I’ll check on Moore,” he said, cutting me off before I could finish. 

As he walked away, I felt oddly out of place. I had expected him to be furious or at least visibly upset about Moore’s predicament, but he seemed eerily calm, as if he was not about to blow up at me. 

Moore had mentioned that Idris was planning to send her away, especially now that she was about to have a baby and we had just signed the divorce papers. Why would he still want to send her off? 

I frowned, unable to make sense of it. 

I bit my l*p and decided to stop overthinking it. I turned and made my way to Madam Young’s room. 

Mr. Zachary had stepped out, leaving the door unguarded. Taking the opportunity, I pushed it open, 

ready to spend some time chatting with Madam Young. 

The moment I stepped into the room, I noticed a doctor by Madam Young’s bedside, seemingly busy with her medical care. “Doctor, how’s grandma doing today? She…” I began, but my words trailed off when I spotted the syringe he had quickly hidden. He had been doing something with Madam Young’s 

drip. 

A wave of dread washed over me, and I tried to scream. 

In a flash, the doctor spun around, his hand clamping over my mouth before I could make a sound, dragging me toward the door. 

I caught a glimpse of the machine that showed her heartbeat going haywire as I fought back, trying to make as much noise as possible. In the scuffle, my hand hit a vase, sending it crashing to the ground 

with a loud crash. 

The noise caught the attention of people outside. “What’s happening in there? Go check it out!” 

someone shouted. 

The door burst open just as the man let go of me and bolted, knocking over the unsuspecting person 

on the other side. 

In the ensuing chaos, he made his escape. 

I did not have time to process what had just happened; I called out for help to the newcomers. The 

medical team was on the scene in no time, but I was clueless about what he had injected into Madam 

Young’s drip. 

Luckily, they rushed Madam Young to the ER right away. 

Mr. Zachary arrived just as they were taking Madam Young to surgery, concern etched on his face. What’s wrong with Madam Young?” he asked urgently. 

I quickly filled him in, and I could see the worry cloud his features. 

I quickly pulled out my phone to call Idris and Liam. 

I could not get through to Idris. 

Turning to Mr. Zachary, I said, “I’m going to look for Idris.” Probably, Moore had some trouble, and he was there taking care of it, which was why he missed Mr. Zachary’s call. 

I headed straight for the maternity ward. After a bit of searching, I found out where Moore’s room was and made my way there. 

The doctor told me that Moore had a bit of bleeding, but it was not anything serious, and the baby was fine. They had her on an IV in the ward to keep an eye on things. 

Moore’s room was open. In this packed hospital, she still managed to get a private room–clearly Idris’s handiwork. 

Idris was sitting by the bed, his back to the door, so I could not quite catch his expression. 

Moore, though, had tears in her eyes and looked like she had been fighting with Idris. 

“Knock knock!” I did not want to butt in, but with Madam Young’s situation critical, I had to. 

They both looked up at the sound. 

Seeing me, Idris gave a slight, almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrows, while Moore did not bother to hide the chill in her gaze.