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?”

replied, finding

cancer? How could that…” Sweety paused, then looked at me. “Are

fine!” I cut her off, fearing she would say something sentimental. “This is all a

going to say

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

you away back then. Then he could tell the police that you didn’t elope with him and that he lured you to the border using your

No proof…

high school. Attracted by the allure of Southeast Alara, I applied to Mandala University where Moore was studying for

was busy with work and Mom had to take care of an elderly relative, so Moore was supposed to pick me

was not Moore who showed up but a dark–skinned man

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to pick me up.

for that? However, Moore then called and said that she was busy, telling

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 things, I did not think twice about

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

reckless.

“When we found you back then, the hotel owner said you and the man had been in the room

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I pursed my l*ps, unable to argue back. I simply looked at her sideways and said, “I lost consciousness as soon as I

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 run away. No one could prove that Moore had interacted