Facade of Love

Chapter 22 He Protected Her

Charles frowned, saying, “Ms. Moore, all the rooms in this house are the same size. The room you want to stay in belongs to Mrs. Young. Her belongings are already there. You’re making this difficult

for us.”

“Mrs. Young, huh? You say her name as if you’re so familiar with her” Moore scoffed. “I want to stay in that room. If you don’t agree to my request, I’ll have Madam Young come over to talk to you.”

With that, she made a move to leave.

Charles, uncertain of what to do, instinctively blocked her. Seeing this, Moore became even more arrogant. “So? Are you stopping me from leaving the room?”

Charles could not make the decision but he did not want to offend her either. He looked visibly

troubled.

I leaned against the wooden door with arms folded and spoke softly, “Let her have it.”

Hearing my voice, both turned to look at me. Charles seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Moore was blatantly arrogant. She could not be bothered to put on an act with me when

Idris was not around, and said, “I’m certainly settled down in the Youngs‘ residence. Yvette, what does it matter if you’re pregnant? Because of your dirty past, Madam Young is disgusted by you and

doesn’t want you to tarnish this house’s name.”

salt into my wounds, but some wounds were so deep that they

knows Yvette Scott is the Youngs‘ true daughter–in–law. As for you, you’re just a child–bearing machine kept in the Youngs‘ inner circle. Do you know

faintly. “You’re not even good enough

could not win with words.

looked more and more like a

I

hell!”

steps outside the house were not high, but

instinctively grabbed the door frame to steady

actions. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed her, and

heels, clearly understanding that if I pushed her, the child in

take

a threatening tone, “Try and hurt me again if you

causing her to scream but retained her

I almost fell, but Charles,

Young, are you alright?” Charles asked as he

and shook my head, then looked back at Idris, who was holding Moore. His face was ashen, and he

of

started ranting, “Iddy, did you see how much Yvette hates me? She almost pushed me down those steps! I’m

silently

looked at me, his face tense, seemingly controlling his emotions. He spoke in a low voice, “If

lightly, but they hurt like the stab of a

himself than let the woman he loved get