Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 476

I looked at Idris, puzzled and confused. He then handed me the phone from the bedside table.

I curiously took it and saw the headline news for Lake City’s paper: [A white sports car exploded on the Western Ring Bridge expressway in the early hours of last night. The only person on board has been confirmed dead! The victim’s identity has yet to be determined!]

A white sports car?

I furrowed my brow, looking at Idris with uncertainty. "Is it Lucas?"

He took the phone from my hand and put it aside, then looked at me. "He was the only one in the car. It should be him."

"So, you're saying Lucas is dead?" I found it hard to believe.

He smiled faintly and nodded. "If nothing unexpected happened, he should be."

I felt a mixture of emotions at that moment. I was happy that Lucas was gone, but it felt weird because this incident probably had something to do with Idris.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Idris, did you do it?"

He remained calm in the face of my question and nodded. "Yvette, I told you I wouldn't let him take you away from me again."

He had admitted it.

I felt a slight discomfort, not because of Lucas' death but because of Idris. His hands were once clean, but now, they were stained with someone’s blood. This incident had made it to the news, and the police would undoubtedly investigate. If they traced it back to him, Idris would still be charged with intentional homicide, even if Lucas deserved it.

Perhaps noticing my silence, Idris reached out and ruffled my hair, smiling faintly. "Don't worry, I won't get into trouble."

I managed a small smile and got up, embracing his waist. "Idris, no matter what, don't take risks for anyone."

He chuckled, holding me with his large hand and said with a hint of helplessness, "Yvette, Lucas is dead. We should be happy, not mourning, okay?"

Of course, I knew that very well. Lucas was dead, and we should be happy. However, for some reason, I felt like everything had gone a bit too smoothly.

Ring, ring… Before I could voice my concerns, his phone on the bedside table vibrated again. He hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

Even from a distance, I could vaguely hear the voice on the other end. It was Ensio calling.