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.”

and escorted the

leave, but hearing the doctor’s words, I could not help but stay. Moore

wound on

soft sobbing coming from inside.” Iddy, will this scar on my shoulder never

to remove it for you. Don’t worry, and just focus on healing for

was so gentle, 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

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

but sneer. The girl could start

watching their affectionate display, I turned to leave the courtyard. I met Charles on the way back, and when he saw me leaving, he

somewhat puzzled. “What

and said,

having to think about it, I immediately knew word of what had happened in the courtyard had likely reached Madam Young’s

about to leave when I suddenly recalled Moore’s words to Idris. The

not help but ask Charles, “Charles, how long have you

I’ve