Facade of Love

Chapter 12 Let’s Talk!

Seeing Mr. Zachary standing by the car holding a food box, I was taken aback. I quickly walked over. Mr. Zachary, why didn’t you ring the doorbell? It’s cold outside.”

Mr. Zachary smiled and handed me the food box. “This is from Madam Young. She said you might be going to the hospital to take care of Mr. Young today, so she asked me to bring this to you. It saves you the trouble of making breakfast.”

I pursed my l*ps. Madam Young was really bending herself backward to take care of her grandson. She must have known about Idris‘ heroics and was worried I would not take care of him well enough, so she asked me to go to the hospital in the name of bringing breakfast.

How tiring. I sighed inwardly, took the food box, and said, “Thank you for making the trip, Mr. Zachary.”

He smiled and said, “Madam Young hasn’t been feeling well recently. She said she’ll have to trouble you to take care of Mr. Young in the meantime. She also wanted me to tell you to visit her with him in the old manor once he’s discharged.”

I nodded and smiled. “Alright, we’ll go over as soon as he’s out.”

After seeing Mr. Zachary leave, I looked at the food box in my hand and sighed silently. Idris was already being taken care of by Moore, so my presence was not needed. However, now that Madam Young had requested, I could not refuse.

After some hesitation, I headed to the hospital.

Inside the hospital room, Moore was sitting beside the bed holding a bowl of soup, saying in a gentle tone to Idris, who was leaning on the bed, “Iddy, I made this soup for you this morning. Try some.” She then tried to feed him.

the spoon away, looked at her, and said,

not press him and simply put the bowl aside. “Does your wound still

injury. I’m fine. You’ve

can’t rest peacefully knowing you’re lying here. Let me

too much; I was ready to lean

Idris‘ eyes met mine. His cold gaze

straight into the room and put the food box on a side table.

out the nutritious breakfast Madam Young had prepared. I pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at

frowned, turned to Moore, and said,

at him, her eyes filled

tinged with noticeable irritation

and, although reluctant, got up and left

Idris looked at me before his gaze fell on

tempted to retort that his hands were not

opened the box for him. Moore’s soup was in the way, so

trash.