Facade of Love

Chapter 46 Nothing More Than a Fake

Perfectly calculated selfishness. That’s what you would call Madam Young’s prize trait.

She had a knack for making sure she never lost in any situation. I wondered if she would explode with rage if she knew that Idris had used ten percent of Young Corporation’s shares as my collateral.

After

my

chat with her, I left. I never liked this old mansion to begin with, and now, that was especially the case.

I doubted I would ever return. I still had some belongings in my room in the side house, so I decided to take them with me today.

In the side house’s living room, the family doctor was checking on Moore’s baby’s heartbeat.

Hearing footsteps, Moore, hand on her belly, turned around with a smile. “Iddy, you’re here.”

eyes wide with anger. “Why is it you? Didn’t Madam Young ban you from the mansion? How dare

family doctor, sensing the tension, excused himself after

instructions.

swollen belly, and sneered. “Wette, even if you’re pregnant too, what does it matter? Iddy has no interest in you. You used to have the backing of Scott Corporation, and you could stay by his side with dignity. Now, your reputation is in tatters, and the Scott Corporation you relied on is on the brink of

and leave. Moore was the kind of person who loved to take advantage of people and then feign Innocence. Seeing my silence, she seemed to gain energy, trailing me upstairs and continuing her incessant chatter. I paid her

the doorway of the bedroom, her face full of provocation as she taunted, “Yvette, weren’t you always so eloquent? Why so quiet now?

and the Youngs

l*ps pressed together as I looked at her, my voice low. “How do

learned about Scott

question, she paused and then scoffed. “Yvette, don’t forget, you’re

her, my voice cold and angry. “A Scott daughter? You think you’re worthy? Moore, Dad didn’t raise a daughter who would drive him

at me. “So what? Yvette, what can you do to me?” Indeed, I could not do anything to

shoulder, pressing where she’d been shot. “True, I can’t do anything to you,” I began, “but Moore, you’re pretending to be Idris’s savior under a false identity. Aren’t you scared that

sent Moore spiraling out of control. She knocked my hand away, pushing me back, her face a mask of wariness. “Yvette, what are you trying to

what I’m implying, Moore. I’m well aware of your capabilities. Given your nature, you wouldn’t risk your life to save a stranger, let alone go