Facade of Love

Chapter 49 He was gravely injured trying to save Moore

My voice was quiet, but the cemetery was small and the memorial hushed. Almost everyone heard my words, and their eyes turned to Moore and Idris, whispers filling the air.

Idris’s face darkened, his brows furrowed as he looked at me, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Yvette, what are you blabbering about?” Moore’s voice broke as she addressed me, her eyes brimming with tears. “Dad just passed away. Why are you accusing us of being responsible? Haven’t you upset Father enough over the years? The doctor said Father was doing fine. It was your past scandals being dug up and made public that landed Father in the emergency room.“‘

Her words rang out loud and clear, her tear–streaked face a picture of sorrow and innocence.

The scandal from five years ago… Even though I had a PR team handle it swiftly, it was eventually thrust into the public eye. These people, who were close to my father, could not have missed it.

If this had not been brought up, things would have been fine. Once it was, though, everyone seemed to agree with the internet’s portrayal of me; a willful, arrogant woman with no sense of shame who ran off with someone.

I could not bear the icy, critical stares that felt like daggers piercing me. It felt like I was being thrown into a frying pan. I wanted to defend myself, but I was shaking so much I could not utter a word.

Witnessing my predicament, my mother, in a fit of rage, snatched up the flowers and hurled them at Moore. She screamed at him, “You ungrateful wretch! I didn’t raise you for over twenty years just so you could torment my daughter. You’re nothing but an ungrateful wench. You caused my husband’s death, and now you’re tormenting my daughter. I won’t let you get away with this!”

With that, she picked up a brick from the ground and swung it at Moore, her actions wild and uncontrollable.

saw

but Idris. He sure knew how to play the knight in

in fear, the brick slipping from her hand and clattering to

hospital!” Someone in the crowd shouted, and then Idris was helped

Moore also left

dazed. I walked over to my mother, steadied her, and called out in

to look at me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice trembling. “Yvette, he won’t…

“No, don’t worry. He won’t die.” Even

mother finally broke down

for words. After a long silence, he

the mourners had all left after the

letting my father witness all this from beyond. The pain in my heart was

him that I would take good care of my

had Uncle Marcus escort

operating room, Moore was hunched over, her hands smeared with blood. Her sobs were so intense that his voice was

pacing back and forth in distress, clueless about

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