Facade of Love

Chapter 23 She Took a Bullet for Him

I stood in place, watching Idris hurriedly carry Moore into the bedroom. I stared blankly at the blood- stained fruit knife in my hand. For a moment, I really wanted to stab the knife into his heart. He had not even bothered to dodge. If it had not been for Moore blocking it, the knife would have pierced him.

Ultimately, I had gotten carried away by emotion, acting impulsively.

The family doctor, who resided in the old manor, was quickly brought over by Charles.

After taking the doctor into the bedroom, Charles looked at me, hesitating to speak.

I knew what he wanted to say but chose not to acknowledge it, simply stating, “She won’t die.” I was impulsive, but I did not intend to kill Idris. At most, it would be a superficial wound, with a few drops

of blood.

As expected, the doctor came out shortly and stated that the wound was not serious. She just needed to keep the wound dry and replace the dressing regularly for a few days.

He hesitated before adding, “But this wound overlapped with a previous one, so the scar may be uglier and harder to remove.”

escorted

doctor’s words, I could not

wound

toward the bedroom. Before entering, I heard soft sobbing coming from inside.” Iddy, will this scar on

I’ll find a way to remove it for you. Don’t worry,

with a smile. “Iddy, I’m actually not worried about scars. As long as you don’t mind it, I’d rather it stay on me for a lifetime. The

and hypocritically added, “But don’t blame Yvette, Iddy. She was angry and lost her senses. After all, I got pregnant and moved into the old manor. She’s still the wife you married, and she must be uncomfortable that you brought me here. It’s good that she got her anger out a little. I just hope she

help but sneer.

the courtyard. I met Charles on the way back, and when he saw me

at him, somewhat puzzled.

for a moment and said, “Madam

of what had happened in the courtyard had likely reached Madam Young’s

suddenly recalled Moore’s words to Idris. The one from five years ago, and the

help but ask Charles, “Charles, how

I’ve