Facade of Love

Chapter 50 Always Playing the Favor Card

Idris then turned to Mr. Zachary. “Go back and tell grandma that I’m fine. It’s just a minor scrape. I’ll be alright in a couple of days. It’s nothing serious.”

Mr. Zachary, upon seeing Idris in his current state, hesitated. However, under Idris’s intense and commanding gaze, he nodded and left the room.

“Iddy, you’ve lost so much blood. How can you possibly be okay? I’ll handle the hospital admission. You should stay here for a couple of days. It would put my mind at ease, alright?” Moore pleaded, her arm wrapped around his, her face a mask of worry.

Idris gently unwrapped her arm from his, his expression calm. “There’s no need,” he said

He then turned his gaze towards me, took a couple of steps in my direction, and reassured me, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Hooked up at him. His forehead was wrapped in a bandage due to his wound, but even that did not diminish his regal aura.

“As long as you’re okay,” I replied, not wanting to prolong the conversation, and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he caught my wrist, his voice low and close to my ear. “I am injured, after all. Won’t you help me get home?”

I bit my l*p, wanting to point out that Moore was still here. Then I thought, I was still his wife, why should I push him onto Moore and upset myself?

It would be better to upset Moore instead and ease my own frustration.

With that thought, I helped him up and said, “Alright, let’s go.”

“Iddy “Moore’s voice trailed off, her face twisted in anger. She called out softly from behind us, but Idris seemed not to hear. He let me help him out of the hospital.

car, I drove off the hospital grounds. I glanced in the rearview mirror at Moore,

was quiet. Idris and I had nothing to talk about, so

the blue, he

it so casually, as if

to understand. Was he trying to explain why he had saved

together, eyes fixed on the road ahead, and asked,

silence. After what felt like an eternity,

a laugh threatening to escape, but

Silence fell again.

between admiring this man’s sense of gratitude and despising his hasty conclusion about who had saved his

continued, “That day at the hospital, I didn’t expect Moore to be there. She told your father about her pregnancy, begging him on her knees to let it be. By the time I wanted to intervene, your father was already

his explanation for my father’s

again, gripping the steering wheel, and

Nothing more.

and said, “If you’re not

Always Playing the Favor

few more times.”

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might be willing to risk it all for Moore, but I’m not about

black eyes so deep they were almost frightening. I thought I had said something to upset him, but I couldn’t think of what it could have been. Why was he looking at me with such

at me like

He cut me off.

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