Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 The Child Isn’t Mine 

I found myself standing at the doorway, my brows involuntarily knitting together. Send someone away? Who could that be? 

Then it hit me. He had mentioned something about sending Moore away before. Was he really planning to go through with it? 

While I was deep in thought, Idris had already spotted me by the door. Upon seeing me, he ended his call, walked over, and asked, “You’re up?” 

I nodded, looking at him. “Who are you sending to France?” 

“Moore,” he replied. After his response, he guided me downstairs, had me sit at the dining table, and then served up a few hot dishes. 

Seeing this, I was taken aback. How did he know I was hungry? 

Of course, I did not voice this question. There was food, so I just quietly enjoyed my meal. 

“Yvette,” he suddenly said. 

I looked up at him, my mouth full of food, and managed to ask, “What is it?” 

He looked at me, his gaze serious. “Moore’s child. It’s not mine.” 

“Cough…” His words caught me off guard, causing me to choke. 

After a fit of coughing, he handed me a glass of warm water. Once I recovered, I looked at him. and asked, “How can you be so sure the child isn’t yours?” 

Noah Lanier had also been so certain that the child was his. I was intrigued. How could they be so sure about the child’s paternity? 

Upon hearing my question, Idris’s brow furrowed slightly, but he still said, “I never touched her!” 

For a few seconds, I was dumbstruck, completely taken aback. 

Seeing that I remained silent, he pressed on. “She wasn’t doing well living with Noah. So, when she discovered she was pregnant, she secretly came back home to find me. I owe her a huge favor, so there’s no way I could turn my back on her and her child. I had planned to send them somewhere safe, but I didn’t expect you and grandma to find out and get the wrong idea. 

He had a habit of staring directly at people when he spoke. His intense gaze made me uncomfortable, so I reached for my cup and took a sip of water, not knowing how to respond 

to his revelation. 

After what felt like an eternity, I finally asked, “So, what’s your plan now?” 

He looked at me, a slight frown creasing his forehead. “After winter passes, I’ve arranged for her to be sent to France. I’ll clear things up with grandma, and I’ll also explain everything to your mother.” 

I nodded, suddenly feeling directionless. 

Madam Young had concocted a fictitious child for me, all to legitimize the baby Moore was 

The atmosphere had somehow become muddled. I had always suspected that there was something going on between him and Moore. 

Now, after hearing his side of the story, I was flooded with a whirlwind of emotions. 

Taking a shallow breath, I asked him, “So, how far along is Moore’s pregnancy?” 

He served me some vegetables and replied, “She’s already four months pregnant.” 

Four months? 

When I found out about Moore’s pregnancy, wasn’t she only two months along, not three? 

No wonder she had been wearing loose clothes since she came back. 

Now at four months, her belly would be noticeably larger. Had not Madam Young spotted the inconsistency?