Facade of Love

Chapter 47 Why do you know about the past?

I smiled, not intending to elaborate. “Take it at face value, Mr. Young. If you’re curious, why not investigate my dear sister’s whereabouts during your accident? See if she really could have saved you from the border and brought you back.”

With that, I prepared to leave.

Idris seized my wrist, his handsome brow furrowed as he looked at me. “Yvette, how do you know about what happened in the past?” His confusion was palpable, and I yearned to tell him everything, but I knew that if he learned about the past, his stubborn nature would make a divorce even more unlikely.

With this in mind, I said, “I don’t know anything. I just understand my sister’s nature, and I wanted to warn you. If you’re looking to repay a favor, make sure you’re not thanking the wrong person. Otherwise, you’ll end up the butt of everyone’s jokes.” I wrenched my hand from his grip, gathered my belongings, and left the yard. Idris seemed determined to follow, but

Moore held him back.

my stomach

Clutching her stomach and grimacing in pain, she cried out to Idris, her voice strained with desperation. “Iddy, my hurts so much. Don’t leave…”

could not help but admire Moore’s performance. Her acting skills were wasted anywhere besides

struggling, and it was the perfect time for me to return and support her, while also investigating the whereabouts of the missing three million. When I arrived at the Scotts, the sprawling villa was shrouded in darkness. At first, I thought my mother had not returned. But when I switched on the light, I saw her huddled on the sofa, her face streaked with tears and etched with exhaustion. The sudden brightness made her squint

a pang of pain shot through my heart. I moved to her side, my voice raspy. “Mom, why are you sitting

head, her gaze on me. “Yvette, do you think your father is cold, all alone in the funeral home? Do you think he might be scared? I’ve kept the light on, hoping he might come

could not breathe. I drew in a deep breath. “Mom, Dad was most worried about you before he left. He kept reminding me to take good care of you. He didn’t want to leave you. He just didn’t have the chance to

me. “Yvette, what did your father say to you before he left? Tell

was missing my

father had said to me before he left. She held me close, nodding slightly, her l*ps pressed together. He was always tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Even at the end, he couldn’t let go of

remembered I had asked Uncle Marcus to deliver some financial documents. I got up to welcome

them on the coffee table. “Ms. Scott, I’ve brought some of the financial reports from Scott Corporation and GleamGate Media for the past year. There’s still some more. The finance

Marcus. “I appreciate your help, Uncle

mother, having wiped away the tear stains on her face, poured him a cup of tea and gestured for him to sit. Accepting the tea with a smile and a word of thanks, Uncle Marcus could not help

hope you’re managing your grief. Don’t let it