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…”

but admire Moore’s performance. Her acting skills were

had fallen. Uncle Marcus called to tell me he had prepared all the financial documents. from Scott Corporation and asked if he should bring them to the Scotts‘ for me to review. I agreed. I had only a month to investigate the finances. Now that things were over between Idris and me, and with my father gone, my mother was alone at the Scotts‘. She was 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

pain shot through my heart. I moved to her side,

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 back to see me. But I’ve been waiting, and there’s no sign of him. He was always so stubborn, so hard–hearted. He left without even

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

she was missing my

held me close, nodding slightly, her l*ps pressed together. He was

deliver some financial documents. I

Marcus came in with a box of documents and placed 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 department said they

Marcus.

on her face, poured him a cup of tea and gestured for

he began, “I hope you’re managing your grief. Don’t