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

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 with tears and etched with exhaustion. The sudden brightness

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

think he might be scared? I’ve kept the light on, hoping he might come back to

deep breath. “Mom, Dad was most worried about you before he left. He kept reminding me to take good

fall from my mother’s eyes again as she clung to me. “Yvette, what did

she was

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 us.

to deliver some financial documents. I

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 needed more time to

nodded, looking at Uncle Marcus.

of understanding. My mother, having wiped away the tear stains on her face, poured him a cup of tea and gestured for him to sit. Accepting

the chairman’s situation,” he began, “I hope you’re managing