Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Telling Mom I’m Not Pregnant 

My mother was taken aback, looking like a child. “I… I didn’t think of all that. It was just angry and didn’t want to see her again. I didn’t realize it would…” She paused, then looked at me and asked, “So that’s what you meant when you mentioned a ‘chance‘ to Moore earlier?” 

I nodded and smiled. “Moore is even more eager than us to appear pitiful in front of Idris, to ensure he won’t leave her. So, the timing of your sending her away played right into her hands.” 

A pregnant woman being kicked out in the middle of the night–how damn pitiful. How could Idris possibly stand by and watch? He would probably arrange everything for her. 

This was exactly what Moore wanted. 

“Argh!” my mother sighed. “How did I not see that?” 

I felt tired and irritated. Looking at my mother, I said, “What’s done is done. Let it be. Mom, it’s late. You should go back to your room and rest.” 

She nodded, still wanting to say something, but seeing how exhausted I was, she did not continue. 

After watching my mother leave, I lay in bed, feeling indescribably suffocated. 

How should I handle things from here? 

The next day. 

When I woke 

up, it was already noon. I still felt uncomfortable around my stomach and was extremely sensitive to smells, which sometimes made me want 

to gag. 

My mother came in and saw me sitting on the bed, lost in thought, and said, Pregnant women and their love of sleep. Get up and freshen up. I’ll take you to the hospital later. Your belly doesn’t look like that of a three–months–pregnant woman. We should check to make sure there are no problems.” 

Seeing me motionless, she pulled me out of bed and into the bathroom. After a long time fussing around, my brain finally regained some ability to think. 

fcame downstairs, there was breakfast on the table, and my mother 

ice Seeing me, she urged me to eat quickly 

table, my mother pulled up a 

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tell me what you think about you and Idris continuing from here.” 

It seemed there was nothing left to hide at this point. 

After drinking some juice, I told my mother about Idris and Moore’s situation five years ago, and his current intentions of taking care of her. 

My mother frowned deeply. She looked at me, and said, “If he wants to repay a debt, that’s his business. Yvette, as a woman, I know the pain of a man’s heart not being with you. Tell me, what are your plans? Are you thinking of divorcing Idris?” 

I did not expect my mother to be so direct. I was momentarily stunned, then forced a smile. “Mom, I’ll handle it myself.”