Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 475

I was left speechless, not expecting Idris to abruptly steer the conversation back to the topic at the beginning. I found myself at a loss for words, and this time, he was being clever, not pressing further on other matters but instead gazing at me, waiting for my response.

It seemed like there was no escaping it. Still, I should not be the one to reveal the events caused by the Youngs ten years ago.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. I said, "Yes, Lucas has indeed been using things to threaten me, and I've been concerned. This matter is related to you as well. But Idris, there are things you shouldn't find out from me. Perhaps you should go back to the Youngs' Old Manor and ask Grandma what the Youngs did ten years ago."

He furrowed his brow, which formed a deep crease between his eyebrows. He looked at me with confusion and asked, "Ten years ago?"

I nodded.

He seemed disturbed, his voice growing somewhat urgent as he said, "Ten years ago..."

I did not know if Madam Young would tell him, but I believed there would come a day when he would find out. Rather than passively accepting those sins, it might be better for him to know sooner rather than later.

His phone rang again. Perhaps due to the doubts in his head, he hastily left after answering the call and giving me a brief explanation.

As I watched the door close once more, I could not help but feel a headache coming on. Clearly, the purpose of all that back-and-forth with him was to convince him to let me leave, but unexpectedly, I still ended up being confined by him.

I did not know how to describe my miserable situation. Either I was under Lucas's watchful eye, or I was being locked up by Idris. Even though it was the 21st century, my life felt no different from that of a prisoner. I could not seem to escape it.

Honestly, it was frustrating.

With no freedom of movement, I could only wander around Idris' house. Thankfully, he had money. Although it was merely a large flat, it was no worse than a villa. While exploring, I caught sight of the box I had brought back from the auction yesterday.

Inside of it was the pearl.

I took them out and examined them closely, inadvertently recalling the biography I had read before—The Legend of Jumaroshan. It was about a high-ranking priest born into a royal family.