Facade of Love

Chapter 52 Moore is not a Scott

After bidding Officer Jackson farewell, I exited the police station. Idris kept his gaze on me, silent.

I expected him to ask something, but he remained quiet.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Thank you for today.” If it hadn’t been for his reminder to involve the police, my hatred for Alex would have driven me to act rashly. Given my limited abilities, I might have ended up reliving the events of five years ago. This time, I might not be as lucky as to get to return home.

He did not respond, just looked at me and asked, “Yvette, how did you manage to escape five years ago?”

I was taken aback and met his probing gaze. For a moment, I almost spilled everything, but Madam Young’s words echoed in my mind, steadying my emotions. “The police rescued me,” I said. “You heard Officer Jackson. They went through hell and high water to find me.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying me. “Is that so? Then what did you mean by what you said to Moore in the side yard?”

I remembered. That day at the old house, I called Moore an imposter. I was bitter then, and I had deliberately provoked Moore and sowed seeds of doubt in Idris.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “What could it mean? It was just me talking nonsense. Besides, if you feel suspicious, why don’t you investigate how long Moore was at the border five years ago?”

darkened. “I trust her. There’s no need for these pointless

that, be turned and

watched his retreating figure, I felt a sense of bewilderment. That

comparison to his feelings for Moore. If it ever came down to a conflict between Moore and me, I knew without a

who suffered with him in the water prison five years ago and the one who fled with him, he would not easily let go of Moore. After all,

un the

in my chest, I took a deep breath and made

returned to the Scott residence, my mother was sitting in the hall,

she had been like

gaze was somewhat vacant. “Yvette, is

reassuring her. “He’s fine. Just a minor scrape, nothing serious. He’s already been discharged from the hospital Don’t

nodded and let out

at her, I hesitated for a few seconds, then finally asked, “Mom, why did you lash out at my sister at the cemetery?” The situation had been too chaotic then, and I did not have time to ask her what she meant by what she said. Now, it was just the two of us, so I felt it

uncertainly as if she did not know

of curiosity, but her reaction made me more