Facade of Love

Chapter 20 Are You Willing to Do This for the Youngs?

Perhaps our reactions were too strange, as Moore also leaned over to see what was on the ultrasound report. Her delicate face displayed visible signs of panic and fear, and she even lost control of her emotions for a moment, exclaiming sharply, “Pregnant?! How could you be pregnant?”

“Ms. Moore, watch your words,” Mr. Zachary interjected, cutting her off.

Realizing she had overreacted, Moore forced herself to regain composure and turned to Idris with a strained smile. “Yvette being pregnant… is such great news.

She tried to express happiness, but it went against her true feelings, so her smile looked twisted and

hideous.

Idris did not respond to her. He just looked at me and said, “I’ll take you to see Grandma.” After that, he instructed Mr. Zachary to accompany Moore for her check–up and led me out of the hospital.

“Iddy,” Moore’s voice came from behind us as we left the hospital building, but Idris acted as if he had not heard her at all and ushered me into the car.

He remained silent on the way to the old manor. I was still absorbed in the ultrasound report in my hands, unable to understand how I could be two months pregnant, especially when the timing was so close to Moore’s pregnancy.

In the pavilion at the old manor, Madam Young looked at Idris calmly and said, “Alright, I understand. I’ll have a private conversation with Yvette. You go see your uncles.”

for a moment, Idris glanced at me, nodded at Madam Young, and

held the ultrasound report and looked at me with her usual gentle expression. “Are you surprised by this unexpected

been confused in the car, seeing Madam Young’s calm expression earlier. and recalling what she had asked me to do yesterday made things clear. I

still playing with her rosary. Her wrinkled eyebrows lifted slightly as she smiled and said,

should know better than me what

broke into a smile. “So you’re saying that I, Madam Young, had someone deliberately give you a fake pregnancy

some fish food into the pond below the pavilion.

and she’s a divorcee, so you can’t possibly let her marry into the Young family. But she still carries the Youngs‘ offspring in

sat back in her chair, looking at me with her murky yet sharp eyes, and lazily said, “Go

pregnant so that when Moore’s child is born, you can tell her that her child

a legitimate Young. And I, by then, having done what I needed to do, can leave the Youngs and no

out and said, “Yvette Scott, you’re truly a smart one. It’s such a pity. If you were clean, you’d really be well–suited to being a daughter–in–law of the

my l*ps together and

you willing

pretty clear. I did not have a say in this, especially since I had

trouble.