Facade of Love

Chapter 37 Fake’s Fake

“Yvette, you’re despicable!” Even through the phone, I could feel Moore’s teeth clenching

Her unhappiness was my joy. I chuckled. “I couldn’t possibly be more despicable than you. You’ve brazenly moved into the Youngs” old manor as a mistress. How could I compete with that? Tell me, what do you want?” I had no intention of engaging in pointless banter with her.

Perhaps sensing that Idris was not with me, she snorted coldly, no longer hiding her ambition, and said straightforwardly,” Yvette, for the sake of our sisterhood, I’m giving you a choice. Terminate your pregnancy and leave the Youngs. Then we can still be sisters in the future.”

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I almost laughed, replying to the phone, “Sisters? Moore, you must be jolding. Do you think I don’t happened five years ago? Do you think you’ve covered your tracks so well that no one can find out?”

She seemed fearless, her voice sharp. “Find out? Yvette, what can you even find? No one believed you back then. Give up on that

1. now out of sisterly affection to give you a way out. If you continue to cling to Idris shamelessly, don’t blame me for

birth to a child will elevate your status? You

if it weren’t for my last marriage, do you think you could’ve stepped into the Young household? The position of the Youngs‘ daughter–in–law should’ve been mine.

about what happened back then? That no one knows? Do you really believe that no one knows how you got that gunshot wound? Do you think you can manipulate Idris for

you mean?” Her tone had lost its arrogance,

you were found and taken to the hospital that day, weren’t you? And even more surprised why the Youngs were so attentive to you, right? I guess you

are you spouting?!” Moore screamed into the phone, “What exactly are you

to say much. I just want to tell you that fake pearls will

almost roared the words, her emotions barely under control. “Yvette, don’t try

might have been blind to everything back then, but do you think

that, I hung

However, after discovering Moore’s gunshot wound at the Youngs‘ and considering Mr. Zachary’s words, I could not help but connect