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.”

nodded and escorted the doctor

originally intended to leave, but hearing the doctor’s words, I could

wound

coming from inside.”

patiently. “No, it will. I’ll find a way to remove it for you. Don’t worry, and just focus on

Moore stopped crying and looked at him 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 one from

saying this, she paused 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

help but sneer. The girl

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

somewhat puzzled. “What is

moment and said, “Madam Young wants to see

immediately knew word of what had

thanked him, and was about to leave when I suddenly recalled Moore’s

Charles, “Charles, how long have

I’ve