Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Madam Young Lays Down the Law 

Madam Young’s words were airtight, each one a clear message to Idris to stay out of Moore’s business. 

I finally got it. Madam Young was dead set on making Moore leave the old mansion today. 

I did not need to see Moore’s face to know how upset she must be. 

Right now, she did not have a say in the matter, nor the right to refuse Madam Young’s demand. 

Probably realizing that she had to leave today, the usually quiet Moore turned to Madam Young and said, “Grandma, I appreciate you and Iddy looking after me. I overstepped, I shouldn’t have been so taken with the beauty of this old mansion and stayed so long. I had planned to go home and be with my mother a few days ago, but I did not expect to find myself pregnant. The shock made me stay a few more days. Luckily, my mother is here today, so I’ll go home with her later.” 

I had to hand it to Moore. In such a situation, she could still say these grand words without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation, creating an exit for herself. 

Seeing her speak up, Madam Young promptly asked Mr. Zachary to help Moore pack her things. 

After giving Mr. Zachary his instructions, she turned to her mother and said, “Deborah, since you’re here, why not stay for dinner?” 

My mother quickly laughed off the invitation, insisting that she had matters to attend to at home and needed to return early. Both were masters of the art of evasion, one feigning hospitality to retain guests, the other feigning busyness. 

Mr. Zachary was swift in his actions, and in no time, Moore’s belongings were all packed. After exchanging a few polite words, my mother left the Youngs’ residence with Moore. I, however, was held back by Madam Young, who claimed she had something to discuss. 

What surprised me was Idris. I had assumed that after Madam Young had sent Moore away, Idris, being the person he was, would have followed to comfort Moore’s bruised spirit. 

To my surprise, he did not utter another word and chose to stay back with me. “Iddy, do attend to your matters. I have a few heartfelt words to share with Yvette,” Madam Young said, once the guests had left. 

Idris nodded, his dark eyes lingering on me before he left, his voice low as he said, “I will wait for you outside.” 

I remained silent. Wait for me? Idris and I were not so deeply in love that we could not bear to be apart for a moment. 

It must be because Moore had been sent away. 

With this thought, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, a kind of tiredness that was hard to put into words, idris left. 

Madam Young handed me a cup of tea, her gaze steady on me. “Sit down. I heard about the Scott Corporation. Have you figured it out? Did you find the money?” 

I shook my head. “Not yet.” 

She nodded, a sound of approval escaping her l*ps. “Once the matter is clear, it will be easy to handle if you know where the money has gone.” She looked up at me. “You are quite capable. It’s a pity that you and our Iddy are not meant to be.” 

I pressed my l*ps together, knowing that she was probably hinting at my impending divorce with Idris. I took the initiative and said, “Grandma, I will proceed with the divorce from Idris as soon as possible.” 

Her hand hesitated mid-pour, and she looked up at me, asking, “Even knowing that Moore’s baby isn’t Idris’s, do you still plan to divorce Iddy?” 

I was taken aback, a bit bewildered. Wasn’t the divorce her idea? Why did it sound like I was the one pushing for it? 

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