Facade of Love

Chapter 6 No Proof to Disprove

After leaving those words hanging in the air, Idris got into his car and drove away.

I was stunned for a few seconds before realizing he had seemed angry.

What did saying thank you have to do with us being husband and wife?

Not bothering to think more about it, I returned to the office to work overtime. Given my father’s illness, it seemed Scott Corporation would be increasingly busy.

Inside Scott Corporation’s Office.

As I reached the door, I heard giggling from inside.

When I entered, I saw Sweety Taters sitting on the sofa, watching a drama on her tablet. When she looked up and saw me, she put it down, then pushed the lunch box on the coffee table toward me. Where’d you go? Weren’t we supposed to have lunch together? Your food’s gone cold.”

I sat down next to her, opened the lunch box, and began eating. “My dad’s in the hospital. I went to

visit him.”

She looked concerned. “Mr. Scott is in the hospital? What happened?”

liver cancer,” I replied, finding it hard to

Sweety paused,

say something sentimental. “This is all a part of life. We’re all going to die.

to comfort you. I was going to say that now is the time to get along with Mr. Scott.

I put down my utensils and stared at the ceiling, feeling a bit helpless. “Does the truth

you didn’t elope with him and that he lured you to the border using your sister’s name. But

No proof…

years ago, I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. Attracted by the allure of Southeast Alara, I

care of an elderly relative, so Moore was supposed

who showed up but a dark–skinned man who claimed Moore had

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to pick me up.

that? However, Moore then called and said that she was busy, telling me to go with him and that he would

day, the man showed me around Mandala, and we ate a lot of good food. I let my guard down, thinking he was just a friend of Moore’s. That was why when he suggested we go to a hotel to pick up some

also why when something did happen, everyone thought it was my

reckless.

interrupted my thoughts. She looked at me and said, “When we found you back then, the hotel owner said you and the man had been in the room together for several days. Then as you were leaving, you were being held up by the man. He even claimed that you were

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from the other people’s testimonies. I pursed my l*ps, unable

sighed and said helplessly, “The police investigated, thoroughly but couldn’t prove that Moore had conspired with that man to abduct you. There were no phone records, your phone was lost, and the man had