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.”

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

sharp words. The family doctor,

instructions.

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

ignored her and went straight upstairs to gather my belongings 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 no mind,

of provocation as she taunted, “Yvette, weren’t you always so eloquent? Why so quiet now?

“Of course, your father’s gone, Scott Corporation is just an empty shell, and the Youngs have discarded you.

my l*ps pressed together as I looked at her,

with the Youngs and Idris was inevitable, but I had just learned about Scott Corporation. She had never set foot in the company, so how did

question, she paused and then scoffed.

Scott daughter? You think you’re worthy?

you do to me?” Indeed, I could not do anything to her. After all, my

hand on Moore’s 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 he’ll cast

out of control. She knocked my hand away, pushing me back, her

the man outside the door. “You know exactly what I’m implying, Moore. I’m well aware of your