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 mansion? How

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

instructions.

Moore, she looked 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 side with dignity. Now, your reputation is in tatters, and the Scott Corporation you relied on is on the brink of collapse. I’m curious, what makes you

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

doorway of the bedroom, her face full of provocation as she taunted,

She sneered at me. “Of course, your father’s gone, Scott Corporation is just an empty shell, and the Youngs have discarded you. You’re no different from a stray dog now. I warned you, but you

as I looked at her, my voice low.

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

then scoffed.

daughter? You

but only for a moment, 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 death had happened, and

been shot. “True, I can’t do anything to you,” I began, “but Moore,

of control. She knocked my hand away, pushing me back, her face a mask of wariness. “Yvette, what are you

Moore. I’m well aware of your capabilities. Given your nature, you wouldn’t