Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 Getting Gossip 

I laughed and replied, “Okay. I’ll take you out for a meal once I’ve recovered.” 

“Alright, I won’t bother you anymore. Rest well. I’ll hang up now.” He ended the call abruptly. 

Staring at the number on the screen, I could not help but wonder where he got my number. Feeling very dizzy, I did not ponder on it any longer. I put down my phone and lay on the bed with my eyes closed. 

Sweety brought in some food and sat beside my bed. She whispered, “Yvette, are you asleep?” 

Hearing her voice, I opened my eyes and looked at her. Meeting her gaze, she smiled and said, “If you’re not sleeping, come and eat something. Maxwell told us everything. You’ve been through a lot and just woke up a little while ago. You must not have eaten anything yet. You probably can’t sleep on an empty stomach.” 

I propped myself up and took the soup she offered. It smelled delicious, and I realized I was really hungry, so I started eating. 

Sweety watched me and said, “Aunt Deb said you and Mr. Young are divorced?” 

I nodded, continuing to drink my soup without engaging in her conversation. 

She hesitated for a moment and then said, “It’s good that you’re divorced. You might have had to suffer even more if you stayed with him.‘ 

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I paused and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Your way of getting gossip out of me today seems a bit off.” 

She stammered, sounding guilty, “How… is it off? D–did I say something wrong?” 

I nodded. “Yeah. Usually, you’d first ask if I’ve really moved on from Idris, and then you’d start complaining about his faults. But today you went straight to complaining. It seems like you have something on your mind that I don’t know about, which is why your gossiping isn’t so sincere. Am I right?” 

She opened her mouth, looking flustered. She walked around and then seemed to see something on the balcony. She craftily looked downstairs and said, “Yes, I’m not sincere. The one who’s sincere is waiting outside.” 

I frowned slightly, unsure of what she meant. I put down my soup, got out of bed, and looked outside. I saw Idris‘ black Bugatti, which was still there. 

It was clear that Idris himself had not left. 

Seeing this, I frowned and went back to bed. Seeing that she had diverted my attention, Sweety said, “I heard he stayed up all night with the police looking for you. He hasn’t even visited Moore yet, and now he’s still downstairs, probably still worried about you.” 

I pressed my temples and, ignoring her words about Idris, asked, “Did the police say anything? 

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She nodded. “Officer Jackson called just now. It seems he wanted to inquire about Noah’s situation with you. But Aunt Deb said you had just returned and hadn’t fully recovered yet. Officer Jackson simply said to visit the police station once you’re better, probably to record a statement. Noah hasn’t been found yet, so the police must be anxious.” 

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I pursed my l*ps in acknowledgment, feeling drowsy after the meal. I lay down on the bed, preparing to sleep. 

Seeing that I was really tired, Sweety did not continue speaking and started to tidy up, preparing to leave. 

“Ah…” At the door, she suddenly turned back and asked, “If Mr. Young keeps waiting downstairs, how should we handle it? After all, he is a guest and also the Youngs‘ heir. We can’t just ignore him, can we?” 

I replied wearily with my eyes closed, “Don’t bother with him.” 

“Okay!” she responded and then left. 

I was indeed exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep.