My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 0091 

Candice’s direct questioning caused Yvonne to tense up. She awkwardly fidgeted with Peach’s clothes. 

Observing this, Candice asked with a stern expression, “Has he been abusing you and Peach?” 

She noticed not only the marks on Yvonne’s face but also the faint bruises on Peach’s neck, partially 

concealed by her Cotlar. 

Initially hesitant, Yvonne, encouraged by Peach’s expectant gaze, confessed through tears, “It’s not always like this. He just had too much to drink the other day and ended up bumping into me.” 

Candice, frowning deeply, probed further, “Did he coerce you into giving him the money, or did you willingly 

give it to him?” 

Yvonne, visibly struggling, finally murmured, “Peach is so young.” 

Candice silently regarded her. 

Yvonne’s once upright posture now sagged, her hands on the table quivering as though weighed down by 

immense pain. 

Sensing her mother’s distress, Peach started to weep. Yvonne quickly dried her tears and soothed her. 

After calming Peach, Yvonne cast a glance at Candice, then looked away. 

Candice, carefully watching her mother’s expressions, was piecing together the truth. She was about to confront Yvonne further when her phone rang, interrupting her speech. 

Yvonne’s phone, a model from an unknown brand, had a screen with several cracks. 

The moment the call connected, an angry man’s voice bellowed out, “Where the fuck have you been? I’m starving to death here. Are you out there squandering money on that money pit again?” 

Due to the phone’s poor sound isolation, his loud and clear voice was fully audible to Candice, who heard 

every word. 

Yvonne was embarrassed. She whispered as she hastily covered the phone, “Ivor, Peach is your child too!” 

Ivor Dawson, on the other end, grew more furious. “I don’t acknowledge such a worthless daughter! Come back soon, or you’ll make me late for work this afternoon!” 

Yvonne’s complexion changed, and she asked, “You’re gambling again? Peach needs her shots next week!” 

But Ivor had already disconnected the call. 

Visibly upset, she buried her face in Peach’s neck. Her shoulders were shaking. 

Blinked, Peach asked innocently, “Mommy, is it okay if I don’t get the shot?” 

Yvonne, momentarily taken aback, regained her composure and softly instructed Peach to play near the 

flowerbed. 

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As Peach obediently walked away, Yvonne’s eyes followed her every move. 

Candice watched the entire scene unfold. 

Eventually, Yvonne’s gaze returned to Candice, her eyes reflecting a turmoil of emotions and she settled into a resigned, bitter smile. 

“Do you think I’m lying to you all?” 

Candice remained silent. 

Yvonne went on, “He wasn’t always like this. He was kind to me and Peach once, but everything changed 

when Peach fell ill…” 

Struggling to speak further, she wiped away her tears and explained, “He lost his job, then got into gambling. If I don’t give him the money, they’ll kill him.” 

“You’re allowing him to use Peach’s treatment funds?” Candice inquired, her voice steady and her expression 

devoid of emotion. 

Yvonne ceased speaking and lapsed into silence. 

She rubbed her hands anxiously, then hesitantly met Candice’s gaze. “I know I shouldn’t, but could you spare an additional 5,000 dollars for Peach’s treatment next week?” 

As she spoke, she raised her hand, emphasizing, “I assure you, this is a loan from you, and I will repay it.” 

Seemingly worried Candice might doubt her, Yvonne offered, “I can even write an IOU for you.” 

Candice sat immobile, as if she did not know her mother. 

She remembered her mother as a gentle, beautiful, and resilient woman. However, the woman in front of her appeared weary, emitting an air of desperate resignation and scheming. 

Yvonne looked at Candice as though she were her last hope, her voice shaky. “Peach is also your sister, isn’t 

she?” 

Candice felt a choking sensation, as if her nerves had been severed. 

“Lex, sorry to have you come all this way.” 

A man’s soothing voice and footsteps came from behind. 

Startled, Candice was about to turn around, but Alex’s detached voice came through. “I was just passing by.” 

As she turned, Candice saw Alex and another man walking toward her. 

Alex, noticing Candice, came to a halt, his brow furrowed, and his eyes turned to Yvonne behind her. 

Feeling utterly exposed, Candice clenched her hand as Yvonne pressed on, “Candy, with your well–paying job, five thousand isn’t a significant amount, right? You wouldn’t let your sister be without her medicine, would 

you?” 

Words stuck in Candice’s throat as she overheard Alex let out a light scoff. 

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Candice’s hand tightened, her fingernails digging into her palm. She heard herself say, “I can give you the