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.”

is it you? Didn’t Madam Young ban you from the mansion? How dare you show your

grown numb to her sharp words. The family doctor, sensing

instructions.

at me, hand on her slightly 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

with her, so I 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

full of provocation as she taunted, “Yvette, weren’t you

Youngs have discarded you. You’re no different from a stray dog now. I warned you, but you were too stubborn to listen,

together as I looked at her,

but I had just learned about Scott Corporation. She had never set foot in the company, so how did she

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

daughter? You think you’re worthy? Moore, Dad didn’t raise a

then she glared back at me. “So what? Yvette, what can you do to me?” Indeed, I could not do anything to her. After all, my father’s

near the bedroom, I squinted, placing 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

She knocked my hand away, pushing me back, her face a mask of wariness.

smile, glancing at the man outside the door. “You know exactly what I’m implying, Moore. I’m well aware of your capabilities. Given your nature, you